The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome, I could cry
I'll never get to sleep tonight, I think. It is well past midnight. I take a pill. Two.
But sleep won't come, the whole night through.
My dreams are strange and fitful. They are what might be expected given the day. I am haunted by images and memories. Scraps of paper, old photographs. What lies ahead feels odd to me, like I am cheating on my past. Only two women know me now, what I was and what I became after. No one else can ever know that, those two realities. Everything from now on. . . .
I wake to roaring, continuous thunder. The longest day of the year begins with a downpour. I am too disturbed to lie in bed and think. I get up and hit the coffee maker. Morning ablutions, then the first cup.
The summer storm continues.