Five Minutes Left
She smiled
To him;
She run her
Fingers
Across her hair
While she is
Looking
To him.
He did not
Smile;
He did not
Move
An inch.
She bitted
On her
Lips;
She stood
Up;
She walked
To the water
Table;
Two feet
From his table;
To get a
Glass of water
With lemon.
She got
Back
To her table;
She closed the book
She brought
With her to read;
She took her
Bag as well
She left.
He took along
Breath;
Opened
His journal;
He wrote
One line:
Sorry, I got all your
Messages.
Infect
I am leaving
The town
In five minutes.
Copyright © Atef Ayadi | Year Posted 2005
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