Noah Gaskill

Obituary of Noah Gaskill

Love is like a large white cat

Sitting on its paws.

You may pet it all you like;

It lives by its own laws.

It comes and goes as it decides

No matter what you say.

It seems the more you want it near,

The more it goes away.


And then when you are quite content

To sit out in the sun

Alone with just your thoughts and dreams,

Not needing anyone,


Out it comes, as if in fear

That somehow you'll forget,

And jumps up purring in your lap,

Demanding to be pet.