I entered the room of the Other
Full of an assurance which was my doubt

She grasped my hand to pray with me
With difficulty she formed her words, yet she thanked me for my doubt

And then I knew it was all a loss: my walls, my seclusion, my purity
I had lost the other, and only in sickness could she bring me back

And only in my doubt could I find her hand

                                                                            – Anonymous