Five Minutes Left Poem by Atef Ayadi

she smiled
to him;
she run her
fingers
across her hair
while she is
looking
at him.
he did not
smile;
he did not
move
an inch.

she bit
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
ether flying messages.
in fact,
i am leaving
the town
in five minutes.