Tabla

I have a hand too many

Intervening my driving

Interfering the steering

Get rid!

Get lost!

Drum along the rythm on the roof if you must

Free-ride on the memories of time

When I wished you lived in ten-fold

To clinge on to the perfection of the present

Absorb all atoms around us

But don’t remind me of my presence

The resemblance

Of the empty seat next to mine