[ I wrote this piece earlier as "Isolated...
Seconds return...

He asked, "was this
your first go at writing?&quot...

Lights just went off,
making the room...

Who's more stubborn
me, or my verse...

You have left your best smiles,
softest of whispers...

A traveler bus
standing by...

Clatter of trams on their tracks
disturbed puddles of depressed sky...

It was a night
that could make a soccer ball frolic...

You have meandered away.
I am an island...

Almost not a few days more
Thereafter I shall be yours...

You have disappeared
like the distant trees...

Adam asked me, uncomfortably,
"Uncle, can you please...