Part five ; where she told me her name and wrote it on the palm of my hand
She told me she needed
to go home
because it was getting late.
I nodded
and said it was okay.
She took my hand and putted
the little note in it.
She smiled and then
she was
gone.
I opened the note,
curious at the secrets
it was hiding.
It was her phone number
written down in a beautiful
handwriting.
A sigh
escaped my mouth
"I don't even
know your name."
~
I'm eating yoghurt 🙆🏻
