My teacher says of their cat, now gonemissing. In his absence, everything is still.The small, silvered linein a grief-filled night.When my love arrived into my lifethey brought noise. Their ideastheir laugh, their loud joy. They rumbledthunder in the distance.Then, the dog came too. Noise.His fluffy-eared need to play.Before, it had been so quiet. My minuteslooming to more minutes.Time. Oh, time. They cameand the seconds collapsed.Entire months, blurred. Lovea time machine. Love, a spaceshipmystery. On the morning I watchdolphins play in pairs, my teachertells me about their cat. Oceansin their eyes. The dolphins playwith each other. They flirt. One daywhen my loves leave, be it by choice—theirs, mine, or God’s, the sadnessthat threatens to take. But ohtoday, when the dolphins leaveour sight, the water is quiet.Still, under the sun.
Fatimah Asghar.
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