:: The One That Got Away ::
It has been a while since I penned an entry.
It has been a while since I took some time off, paused a little,
And then soaked it all up; the final moments of the night.
Just before my shower, I turned on Spotify, and
Katy Perry's acoustic version of "The One That Got Away,"
Started to play. My favourite KP song.
"In another life, I would be your girl
We keep all our promises, be us against the world
And in another life, I would make your stay
So I don't have to say you were the one that got away
The one that got away."
The song always reminds me of things past,
Past relationships, past moments, past memories
The ones that got away.
And as I head into the shower, Tigger strutted into the bathroom,
Leaped up onto the marble sink, and started to mew.
Softly and unaggressively, it felt like he was chiding me for not
Spending enough time with him.
I got out of the shower, and while dripping wet,
I paused and started to stroke him.
Tigger curled with his belly facing up, and started to
Do his trademark antic - rubbing his cheek by grabbing one of
His hind legs with his front paws.
Friday has passed and it's already wee Saturday morning.
Tigger came to me again, and rested, with his head,
Leaning on a pack of baby wipes.
I lingered a little longer in this moment,
And then it got away.