TIME IN THE SALON

She was lying on her back on the bed
for eyelash extension.
The salon was on the top floor
of an old building. And we were the only guests.

Sitting on a sofa, I was waiting for her
until the operation ended up.
It was the first time in my life
that I visited the salon for eyelash extension.

I was curious
as to how the beautician operated.
But immediately I felt dull.
All things in the salon were almost at a standstill.

I loved her. I thought her state of lying on the bed
was attractive. Despite such appeal
I felt restless. I wanted to go out.
At that very moment she asked me what I was doing.

“Nothing,” I answered.
In this salon the only thing that had a change
was the ambient music.
The volume of the music was small. But it streamed.

It seemed that nothing occurred in this salon.
Soon the operation ended.
She said to me,
“What are you doing?” The operation ended. And she smiled.