There are times when you are angry, sad, hungry, presse’, stressed anything you name it(there is limit to excuse in an urban life) and you  do not get a chance to give a good hug to that person that you care for ( see I do not even say that you love.. it can be too much in these daily lives of some of us) and then there may never come the next time to make up to…

I dedicate this piece to all who even once in a momentary lapse of reason thought about this concept.

Was that all?

 Words are there

Untouched, silent

Staring at me

Sitting in this corner

Sipping my coffee

Chewing my pencil

Shedding tears while reading …

Was that all?

Was that the end?

That cold kiss we exchanged

That quick hug

Even did not meet the shadow of my eyes

With the rays of his pupil

Yet, this piece of paper

This rotten piece of NY Times news

Says that it is over

All is finished between him and me

As I will meet tomorrow

And he is already buried in yesterday.

Kathy Hadizadeh

Los Angeles

Sep. 11th 2003