It seemed to make sense.

We were together, holding hands

under the moon and stars,

when you started talking about cat food

and I responded all too knowingly.

“We can’t really feed the cat dog food,”

you said, and I said we were feeding the cat

the dog. With no surprise or urgency,

you breathed deeply and declared firmly this was the end,

that from now on we would have proper cat food.

We were together in a world

where the injustice of feeding the cat the dog

was stopped.