Type and backspace
I thought my mind made my fingers dance around the keyboards
Hoping from this key to that key
But “NO”
The fingers danced much faster than my mind thought of the moves
Left hand fingers and right hand fingers not crossing their boundary
Waiting for their turns
Like players in double badminton
Knowing the rhythm
Straightaway understanding their turns
With no awkward pauses
Or awkward clash
Like a new shy couple reaching out for that sugar
At same time
In a coffee date
The keys in the keyboard being swiftly pressed
The screen exhibiting proudly the words
Almost turning into a sentence
But … NO!
THE finger rests on the backspace
Until the blinker eats all the words
Easily … silently…swiftly
It must not know I guess
After so long she sat down
To write
Got up all the courage to
Just write.