Atef Ayadi


Telepathy


I am
Sure
You are sitting
now
Around a coffee shop table
Like me

I am sure
You are
Writing
Your daily
Diary
Exactly
Like me

I am sure
You stop
Each time
Your pen
Scramble
On
My name
And creep after few lines …
Exactly like
My pen
When it meets
The first
Letter
Of you name

I am sure
Your breath
Is taken
Away
For ten seconds
Like mine
And your eyes
Take off
And fly
Nearby
For a moment
Like mine

I am sure
You smile
And then
You get angry
Exactly
This is
How I feel
Right now

I am sure
You end
Your diary
With
A
Hope
The same here
I wrote
At the end
Of the page
Of my journal
I hope …
Three consecutive dots
For you,
may be four
Followed
By
I will meet with you
Again.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Edited: Wednesday, April 26, 2006
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