Letting You Go
To Edison, with Love
But if love is real, you’re not really gone.
You’re just somewhere I can’t follow yet… but I will, someday.
Only miss the sun when it snows
Only feel the tears when it’s all been lost
Emptiness deep, like a silent echo
A heart torn out, no way to gloss
I still hear your paws on the floor
Still feel you waiting by the door
Your blanket’s folded, your bowl is dry
But the ache still lingers when I try not to cry
You were my home, my light, my grace
Soft little heartbeat I can’t replace
And I still reach out in the quiet night
Wishing you’d curl up, holding me tight
They say time heals, but they don’t know
How deep love digs, how it won’t let go
You weren’t “just a cat,” you were my soul
Fur and fire, making me whole
Letting you go, I don’t know how
The world keeps spinning, but not for me now
You were more than fur, more than a friend
You were my beginning and my end
Letting you go… is loving you still
And holding the silence your absence fills
Tribute to a Tinkerer
Thomas Edison (2013–2017)
Acrylic on canvas, 36” x 48”