Was not what we thought it would be.
There was
no meteor,
no tsunami.
The trees
didn’t set themselves aflame
and burn
the earth whole.
Instead it was
a long pause.
Forgetting
your face.
The minnows in the pond,
still the same
and yet, different.
We ended the world
and then
we kept on living.

Vaneeza Sohail is a writer with roots entangled deep in Karachi. Her work has been published in Diode Poetry Journal and Wildness Journal, and is upcoming in Driftwood Press and Passages North. When she isn’t writing, she’s giving her cat Dipper a little kiss.