At 9 in the Evening

It was exactly nine in the evening
And the blinking light of my iPhone is not on.
I check the white screen and no change.

At nine in the evening
I go to the porch and with my tired figure touch the stretched skin of night

The blinking relationship light is not blinking

And nobody will invite me to the dance of orange and white

At nine in the evening
It was exactly nine in the evening

I long for you, I long for your smile, I long for your touch

At nine in the evening
The night has come
The call was not echoed, it was silenced
And my longing for you is echoed in the heat of night

At nine in the evening
It was exactly nine in the evening
And day was gone, perhaps tomorrow the call will come.

Lorca told by Yahya

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