Also The Sun Rises

 The whole of me hurts tonight. Some kind of wild porcupine, rattling its quills, has taken up residence in my throat, my lungs, my heart, my ribs, my ears, my voice.

So no words of my own tonight  but this is a poem from

How to Survive the Loss of a Love by Bloomfield, Colgrove and Mc Williams in the chapter on As Healing Continues ....

A new morning 

of a

new life

without you.

So?

There will be others

much finer

much mine-er.

And until then

there is me.

And because I treated 

you 

well,

I like me better.

Also, the sun rises.

I haven't got there yet.

 To fill this nothingness with me is just a leap of imagination too far.

So I make cakes instead.