0950HRS APRIL 18TH 2007

They always tell me

Time is the

Greatest Healer.

Time heals

all wounds.

But they forgot to tell me

Time is also

the Greatest Distance

one have to travel

with the wound

still raw

and bleeding.

Disembodied voices

in my head,

hurling insults

tormenting my sleep

with their hysterical laughter.

Sometimes I see you

at home,

in your lingerie

that I bought.

Walking down the stairs

smiling at me

and then

with painful realisation

I saw

the smile

was not meant

for me,

but the guy

behind me.

I still feel the warmth

of your body

next to me,

as I doze off

to sleep.

Only to realise

the bed

was stone cold

on your side

of the bed

when morning breaks

into yet

another day

as time travels

its boundless

and immeasurable

distance.