Night Again

The house is quiet again. I’m back in my chair. Pain is constant and keeps me from thinking clearly. I have no answers. I have no purpose. Life has no meaning.

I rode BART into the City for work. The hours flew by. Cherie and I would take a break to walk over to the small but good sushi restaurant to pick-up lunch. I usually ordered a spicy tuna bowl with extra spicy sauce. We always brought lunch back to the office and ate at our desks. Cherie and I met many years ago at a different company. We stayed together through several jobs; our relationship lasted longer than most marriages. I miss you Cherie.

I’m back in my chair feeling very sad. It hardly seems my life was once so different and better. I’m tired but there is no rest, just pain, throbbing sharp stabbing pain.

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