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.

How much?

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.