What is that melancholy that sweeps over me at night?
It’s not loneliness, anymore.
I know the remedy is balance.
I wish there was someone here I could talk to about my day.
I can talk with Mom and it is great go have those conversations.
but sometimes I feel blue and I’ve got the redeye
return to melancholy
even though I followed the guidelines.
I think I need others to socialize with.
More laughter is always a good rule.
Laughter. Not gone, not jaded, just hesitant I suppose.
I have to look hard and deep within myself; am I ready to share?
I don’t know what I want. Most of that has been lost.
Like night vision and manners.
Is it worth it?
How far can I go?
I love the conversations I have with my Mom
and I enjoy spending time with her.
You see, though, there is some sadness within that.
I know how this story is going to end
- not when.
The best thing I can is accept the sadness.
It’s another emotion in life.