This is true a story

D65d5b14513b0ed13814be670af6296bby Lumberjack 06 Jan 2021

Last night I cannot
Sleep
My pain inflicted me
Through
My back and neck
I spend lot of time
On toilet
To watch my tired face
At mirror
Our house is without
Light
Almost like cave
Under deep sea

Only sounds of lonely
Winter
Resonating at our house

One Bobcat watching us
Through our windows
Maybe
She is lonely like my wife
Last night she cried out
Words of truthful pain
Here we are
At most isolated place
At New England
Beautiful and frozen
I heard her voice like voice
Of lonely spirit
Revelation
For our modern times

Last night we had fish
And
She talk on her phone
With
Her friend for hours
This is the another
True a story what we create
Last night
Let all minutes to be
Dissolve
At watching each other
We are still - here - - -