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”

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