The room is
at the back
Alfred! I
call. Alfred, Alfred, Alfred!
He rushes in
Find me
standing in front of the windows
A paper
scrap lies in my grip
A pencil on
the floor.
Alfred,
Alfred!
What name
would you call me?
He would
shrug except he is keen
Of my
question
A smile on
my face
his eyebrows
raised.
I can’t
believe I forget to write you my name!
He waits and
waits
and slowly I
lift the paper scrap
and Alfred
says
Hurry!
Still
holding the paper scrap
I see his
eyes focusing
as he mouths
the written words.
Ebra Way!
He says
Running his
fingers in his hair
and becomes
bashful
My lips curl
Hey, I’ll
see you later
and he
disappears while
I go down to
eat cookies.
and I’ll
make him reappear
whenever I
want
because no
one can see him.
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