​I Love You

I Love You

Its Monday,

And the alarm rings.

Your room is a mess.

And you haphazardly put on your clothes,

Run your hands through your messy hair,

As you continuously moan about the day of the week,

Complaining how Mondays shouldn’t exist.

I remember blacking out after that,

As your worry-laced voice enters my ears—

And I love you.

Its Tuesday,

And you just got me discharged from the vet’s clinic.

You hold me like I’m fragile,

Not like a flower,

Delicate and easily crushed,

But like a bomb,

Volatile and unpredictable.

You hold me tightly and you sob,

I inch closer to lick away your tears.

You nuzzle my tiny nose—

And I love you.

Its Wednesday,

And you spend your day crying.

You’ve paused going to work,

And all you do is stay by me.

My helplessness angers me,

But there’s nothing I can do.

You’re quietly sprawled on the couch.

I whimper on seeing you so stressed out.

You pat the spot next to you,

And I slowly climb up.

You begin peppering kisses on my fur,

Like there were no tomorrow.

I find solace in you,

And you in me,

As you break down once again—

And I love you.

Its Thursday,

We make another trip to the clinic,

Only to receive worse news.

You cry the entire way home,

I try to comfort you with my kisses,

But you don’t budge.

You’re moaning about how unfair everything is,

I couldn’t agree more—

And I love you.

Its Friday,

You never once leave my side the entire time.

You look tired,

As you fasten my leash for a walk.

You take me to places we would visit together,

And places we wouldn’t.

You take me to the beach,

Because you know I love the sea.

We let the sunlight comb our souls.

I accidentally swallow the sea water,

As you laugh at my reaction to the saltiness —

I feel relieved as you tickle my belly.

And then we go back home—

And I love you.

Its Saturday,

And we both are feeling lazy.

You welcome me with blankets and warmth,

And surround me with food and toys,

But I only have so much energy in me.

You’re sobbing like a child,

You won’t let me leave your arms,

(Or is it the other way round?)

So you tuck me under your chin as we both wonder,

How much time we have left

Together.

You run your hands through my dying fur,

And I wonder how I’ll cope,

Without your embrace.

Before sleep makes us miss each others faces—

And I love you.

Its Sunday,

I remain unconscious most of the day.

You know it’s time,

It’s time to say goodbye.

But you don’t want to.

You cry, you cry a lot.

Watching you cry makes me cry too,

So I cry,

I cry with you.

You hold my paws in your warm hands,

Begging for a miracle to happen.

And I cannot help but wonder,

How unfair everything really is.

I don’t like parting from you.

This hurts me as much as it hurts you.

I cannot bring myself to lick away your tears this time,

Your agonized cries ring in my ears,

As I slip into darkness.

There’s nothing much to say,

Except for,

I love you.