‘Give it time’ –
she said, while leaving,
with a gentle pat,
and a wan smile.

I lay on my bed
by the
looking out.

Its raining,
this morning; drops
falling down, softly,
like lints of cotton,

and the moments
creep by –
utter loneliness

//20th May 2002 – bitten by the pain in my finger, sitting all day long, had felt it my bones.