Always in a hurrymy heart, still searching for him,a lost lottery ticket,sailing through the Milky Way. An extra layer of mudover the hairline-fracturedroses—aching, too, for rain. An old alarm clockcroons to the empty chairsoutside the station,shaking hands with time. This, and everything,when there is the moon—and you. … [Read more...] about Alone, By: Laila Brahmbhatt