Is J Dead? in Gathering of Poetry and Fiction

People see me write on here about my old friend J, and they have a million questions. Who was he? A lover? A friend? A Nemesis? Why is he no longer around? Is he dead?

J is Schrodinger’s cat.
The box is a conversation that we never had.
Until we do,
Until we open the box,
How could I know?
Is he dead or not?
So I must assume,
as Schrodinger said,
Inside the box,
He’s both alive and dead.

So what does one do with a cat in a box?
If you can’t take it out,
but you like it a lot?

You make sure it has a way to breathe.
Slip in some food if you can,
Keep the water flowing,
maybe get brave,
and reach in your hand.

It’s the only thing to do,
With a cat in a box,
Especially when,
you like that cat a lot.