I’m sitting on the porch and night is falling (why is it that
night always ‘falls’? IDK)
Anyway – I move from the swing that is now all mine to
the chair on the left of the bistro table – which is where I always sit when
the two of us are out here together.
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He
has his place and I have mine… that’s how it is, right?
And of course my mind goes catawampus- and I think………why isn’t
he here now? Where is he? This is where he should be – in the chair next to
mine… with the ubiquitous glass of beer to match my ubiquitous glass of wine…it
is after 5:00 after all.
But there is silence in that chair… dead silence …and my heart
breaks … again. Sometimes, often, this
is more than I can bear.
But what choice do I have? And so bear it I must – and I do,
although not very well sometimes……
Is there anything that can fill that void? I don’t think so…. A
permanent state of being – the ‘new normal’ (how I hate that phrase), a new reality.
Call it what you will, it sucks. And that’ s all I have to say…….. it sucks.
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