On the back seat
She sat close to him
And he was trying to reduce the distance between them
But her bag was there
Made from leather
Filled with papers with a lot of accumulated talk
Her magazines, many different pens
Colored pencils, eyeliner, lipsticks, and markers
And some addresses of her friends …….
A heavy obstacle near him
The pores of his body yearned for a simple meeting
But for that bag
Infusing the place with heavy worry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem