To the Secretary 1
I do not know
who chose whom first.
Was it me,
opening the door?
Or was it you,
waiting quietly on the other side?
I can no longer remember
the first day we met.
But I still remember
how I felt back then.
It was a time
when the world had fallen strangely quiet.
People kept their distance.
Every day seemed to bring
more news about the pandemic.
And I was far more exhausted
than I ever let myself admit.
Work.
Back to my room.
Sleep.
Then back to work again.
The days repeated themselves
over and over,
until they all began to feel the same.
There were countless times
when I wanted to leave.
Countless times
when I searched for a way out.
But wherever I turned,
I heard the same words.
Be patient.
Jobs are hard to find.
Everyone is struggling.
So I stayed.
Even on the days
when I could no longer remember
what I was holding on for.
Then one day,
I heard a quiet cry
outside my door.
When I opened it,
I found a cat.
A cat
who had no idea
that she was about to change
someone's life.
At first,
I thought you were only hungry.
That once you had eaten,
you would disappear,
just like every other stray cat.
But the next day,
you came back.
Then you returned again
the day after that.
As though you remembered
this little room.
Or perhaps,
it was I
who had begun
to remember you.
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