His voice as soft as velvet..
The way I imagined it would be.
When I asked him:” Are you busy?”
And he replies: “I’m free.”
I give you my time, my treasure.
When he says, and speaks my name: “Is this your number?”
I’m saving it for me.
It has been years. I almost forgot you.
But when you say my name It almost feels the same.
As it has always been.
I remember when you first spoke to me: “Do you know how to cross the street?”
The street was deadly, the vehicles were fast, I really was afraid.
And you knew that.
With No, my reply, you stood beside me on the direction the traffic was pouring from.
You guided me.
And taught me.
The past year, I guided others, to cross that street.
Your tall silhouette grabbed me,
Brought the whole world into silence,
Shuttered me into pieces,
Every morning you stepped on that bus.
With every “Ezzayek*” ,you spoke my name.
And It was as soft as velvet.
The way it has always been.
* Ezzayek is a colloquial Egyptian Arabic word meaning How are you.