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She was like her cat once The one whose color I never knew, Whose eyes, perhaps, were mirrors Of the same sad blue she carried too. She told me once, in a trembling voice, Of how she loved that little soul How her heart found refuge in fur and purr, How love became her daily role. She gave it all her warmth, her time, Her laughter, tears, her quiet rhyme. The cat became her silent friend, Her secret, her beginning, end. And then It vanished. Like a sigh dissolving into the sky, Leaving a hollow she could not fill, A wound that never learned to cry. And now, she too is gone Vanished, without a word, Like the ghost of her own sorrow, Like the echo of a bird. I’ve searched the streets, The nights, the dreams, Through whispered prayers And silent screams. By day I see her everywhere, By night she turns to mist. Her name burns softly on my lips A pain the stars insist. If only she could tell me once, “I’m fine, I’m good, I’m okay,” Then I could close my eyes and sleep, And rest this heart for a single day. But the world stays quiet Only memories stir. And I realize, with trembling breath, Her story with the cat Was mine with her.
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Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 8:21 AM UTC
She Was Like Her Cat
She was like her cat once The one whose color I never knew, Whose eyes, perhaps, were mirrors Of the same sad blue she carried too. She told me once, in a trembling voice, Of how she loved that little soul How her heart found refuge in fur and purr, How love became her daily role. She gave it all her warmth, her time, Her laughter, tears, her quiet rhyme. The cat became her silent friend, Her secret, her beginning, end. And then It vanished. Like a sigh dissolving into the sky, Leaving a hollow she could not fill, A wound that never learned to cry. And now, she too is gone Vanished, without a word, Like the ghost of her own sorrow, Like the echo of a bird. I’ve searched the streets, The nights, the dreams, Through whispered prayers And silent screams. By day I see her everywhere, By night she turns to mist. Her name burns softly on my lips A pain the stars insist. If only she could tell me once, “I’m fine, I’m good, I’m okay,” Then I could close my eyes and sleep, And rest this heart for a single day. But the world stays quiet Only memories stir. And I realize, with trembling breath, Her story with the cat Was mine with her.
Her cat vanished once , now I know how it feels.
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Muhammad_Sami_Sadiq
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Muhammad_Sami_Sadiq
40/M/Sweden
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 8:21 AM UTC
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