Solitude

I sat there in an edge of a seat of an overly packed train, trying to snatch forty winks, to get away from the excruciating back pain. Dosed off sometime unknown, felt a soft touch caressing through my face, woke up to see her standing by my side. I grabbed her hands, pressed my face into her soft, supple palm and sobbed out loud, She stroked my hair lovingly and whispered, I am the only one who's there with everyone when they are down and depressed, still don't know why everyone calls me A "Necromancer" I Am "Solitude"! ©Chitra Arun