Bounce

He's a sly bit of mischief
to engross rambling thoughts,
my cat in the bag
scrambling around as if lost,
a softly spoken secret
under shadows in the dawn,
someone I once cared for
someone who was gone.
A bounding, bouncing Tigger
pounced into my life again,
a rising then sinking feeling;
I can't lose my mind over him.
He is something I had sworn off
several months ago,
someone I have longed for
and never did let go.
My only drug of choice
is at fingertips again,
but I convince myself I'll stay sober
as I reach to take his hand.
I know my two-step Tiger
has one foot out the door,
and even while I hold him
I know we are no more.
The laughter and the kisses
flow through my mind again
but the first time I let him
was when I lost my friend.