A stange emotion.
I review the blessings that are my life
and feel for a moment
the joy that is familiar.
And yet, my gut goes back to sorrow.
How can I be victim
with the fullness that is my life?
My mind responds with memories of holding hands, dancing,
reaching out, half asleep, in the moon�s pale light
a momentary, reassuring touch
then back to my dreams.
Stories I make up
about what might have been
what could have been
what it was
I reason, they�re all my mind�s creations
with no basis in reality.
The new day will bring my joy and gratitude
but tonight
I sit with my aloneness.
I honor my sorrow.
I sleep alone.