Tiny Spaces

She gets into the tiny spaces

She shouldn’t really fit

But somehow – be it will or way

She fills up every bit

The little crook under my arm

The space under my back

The slither in my armchair

A whole she knows I lack

Sometimes I forget she’s there

Warm love against my frame

Until she gets fed up – of course

And then it’s not the same.

I never thought I’d love a creature

So fickle, mean and small.

But she crawled her way inside my heart

A space so tiny, but now biggest of all.