two cats, those persons
i found out
i left the door open
i own little
except two cats
those persons
i want to think
they're the last ones
i would lose
keys
phone
remote
fine
except if it's them
not a single meow
just a whip
of his paw
on the door
then still
till i come
almost home
millions of thoughts ahead
too far ahead
pounding heart
i open the fridge
as my usual call
nothing appears
i turn
into the living room
where i left
my laundry basket
on the duvet
they yawn
stretch
as if nothing happened
perhaps
my key
phone
and remote
i should worry about
not you