Reggie
My CaveI had a best friend, her name was Reggie.
I loved her though, she could be smelly.
But when I cried, she was always there.
Her gaze was on me not wondering in the air.
Her eyes said it all. They said, "Stop crying! You know better"
And suddenly, I would feel my strength get greater.
She was annoying, but I'm sure I was, too.
She sat on top of my text books.
I forgot to feed her food.
She scratched up my art
but she also scratched up my enemies.
Each time I forgave her, and she forgave me, thankfully.
But some people weren't so meriful.
See, Reggi was a trouble maker.
Having Reggie around, others weren't so grateful.
And so, while I was showering, I let them take her.
She's now somewhere foregin.
In a situation foregin.
Locked up in my room for seven hours now- mourning.
I have lost my best friend, Reggie.
She was almost a 3-year-old kitty.
No one else cries but me.
My eyes are permently puffy.
I can't eat or move, how will I sleep?
Because last night, in my bed, both our eyelids got heavy.
I didn't know it was going to be my last night with Reggie.
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