suppose

what if i just sat back
for a little while
watched it all slide by

what if i dint speak
for a day or a week
would you miss me?
would you remember my voice
would it reverberate inside your head
telling things i hadnt told

the cars slide by
the street unplowed and slick
a sound particular to the snow
muffled more than rain slick roads
hushing louder than dry hot asphalt

i ought to have been in bed long since
but this cat sitting here
lonesome and warm
her purr has gone quiet
and she twitches now and then

the snow fell thick today
ready for sweeping off cars
ready and waiting
and left unheeded