It was a long route
we were each other's companion
in this noisy Friday evening
on a not so crowded bus
She was typing a text message
carefully, and slowly
into her mobile phone
a small handwritten note
dancing occasionally in her other hand
I admired her indulgence, and speed
from a world that constantly keeps us spinning
I think, she must be a poet
who waits for true words
even if nothing in life would wait for her
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