Taken

Your life was short.

Your life with me was shorter.

Before fate came and swept you away.

Before the light that twinkled in your eye twinkled with the stars instead.

Before your name, spoken loud and soft, with excitement and with anger, became a name that would be said with a heavy heart.

Before I realized every little thing you did that made me angry, would soon be missed.

Before I would give anything for you to anger me just one more time.

I don't understand why you had to go.

Why someone so loving, so sweet, could be taken from me so quickly.

Sometimes I hear footsteps behind me and turn to see that you aren't there.

Or I hear the familiar jinkgle of your collar, but nobody to wear it.

I wish you were here, Patches.

I wish I could reach into heaven and pull you back down to earth.

I know what happened was an accident.

But why could it not be prevented?

Why could I not save you?

Why did you have to leave?

I wish you didn't have to leave.