From the silence

From the silence

You assume I have nothing to say

From my withdrawal

I am lonely

But like that damn cat

Who jumps off the mat

To lie next to you

On the bed

Tickle your nose with his whiskers

Purr in your ear

Burow beneath the pillow

To move your head

It is not just hunger

It is not just the attention

He is a romantic

With a wish to fulfil

It is written in his stars

But he keeps a lid on it

Too stubborn to take it off

Twines around your ankles

Brushes past your legs

It’s not that he needs a cat treat

Or the keys to the meat-safe

He is a lover

But is too stubborn

To let his cat out of the bag

For fear of losing a life

As long as he doesn’t say

Anything

One way or another

All of his options are open

None of his lives are taken

He is a Schrodinger

An enigma

Favouring philosophy

Over ideology

And just like that feline

Until I say that I don’t

Assume that I do

I’m a stubborn son

With self-delusional

Relationship avoidance

Syndrome

And too damn cool

To lose a life

Pretending to be

Anything other than

I think I am.