The world passes by
All I see is a blur
My senses dizzy
I hear something stir
The rainbow comes up
reflecting yesterday's rain
Failing to revive the stump
And releiving the pain.
The dew shines
In the light of memories
Reminding me of the times
My heart was his.
arundhati sinha
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-healing-process/