Your waving
When we were passing by and my eyes met yours, your head was tilting right, your eyebrows were laying down, your eyes were almost closed and your lips formed your smile until your little dimples left and right next to your lips were shown.
And your hands, like always, both of them, were waving fast but lasted long.
With a pitched voice of you, saying ,,hi".
Always punching my backpack behind me, even though my friends are around.
When we saw us, your eyes last long to mine, you come to me and put your Hand on my shoulder and say my name.
With a Holding smile.
Waving you did not that day, but I think you just forgot.
Poking me with your finger, even though my friends are around.
When I see you, you always seem in a rush, you give me a quick look and just look away.
You did not smile, nor did you wave.
No pitched ,,hi" did I hear.
Someone is touching my back.
I did not react.
,,Oh, sorry", a kid said.
,,Ah, It's fine"
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Adna Demiri
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