On a Cloudy Day

She goes to shower, leaving her nakedness On the bed and I go out wearing it on my soul Looking for eggs, milk and fresh-baked garlic breads The sky is now full of clouds, their shapes Resemble my friends, relations. It rained last night Inside the room, soaked and drenched we searched For each other, in darkness, wrote our names on Each other’s back. But I reckon, calling each other’s Name out would have sufficed. You see, it’s all like poetry That doesn’t have a place to reach. That doesn’t want To hold hands and say—“au revoir, keep well”.