My loneliness is measured in a night shift.
Hers will last an undetermined,
interminable amount of time.
I look at a calendar and can predict it.
Hers came out of the blue.
My light is on at 6AM to run.
Unexpectedly, hers is on too.
Was she dreaming of him -
and then woke up?
Oh NeighborLady,
I'm sorry for your loss.
Your monsters are
meaner than mine.
4 comments:
I'm sorry for NeighborLady's loss too! You wrote that so poetically, I feel sad for her situation.
It's unfortunate for your neighbor. I'm sorry for her loss.
Sometimes we need contrast to see our problems aren't so bad as we thought (as you said).
I have heard it said that the deep gash that sorrow leave behind makes room for more joy in your life later.
It's hard to remember that when we feel it though.
I hope you break free of the couch (but not the m&m's :-))
"We find no real satisfaction or happiness in life without obstacles to conquer and goals to achieve." (Maxwell Maltz)
You won't find those goals on the couch, TT. Happiness probably isn't there either. :-) But you figured that out didn't you?
Beautiful poems on your last two posts. (As usual..)
the fool
Just catching up here. Sure hope you and your widowed neighbor keep those monsters at bay. The track issues will clear themselves up soon. Then we can compare notes in the short span until my track workouts move to an urban park.
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