Heba Alaa Eddin
bus window rain-
we slip between strangers
faces blur
phone screen dimming-
your message still unread
my thumb still
red traffic light-
the car beside me laughs
I look away
outside, a child-
chasing soap bubbles
empty hands laughing
passing storefronts-
mannequins hold their smiles
no blink
last stop announced-
I step into the rain
without a reply
