Seeing Cats from My Life

At the end of the dream
the staff have emptied the room
and left me alone
with memories.

There is a bed and a chair
the TV is old but works ok.
I lay here
at the end of the dream
waiting in silence
re-playing memories.

No one can
hold my unholdable hand.
I am a recepticle
of memories.
I slip away into the dark
and wait for more
days fed by memories.