My sorrow is lying next to me when I awake. I resist the urge to grab my phone or run away. My body a shell of what it once was, cold and empty. Already defeated before I’ve even started the day.

So this morning I turn to face my hurt filled lover. Unwillingly yet resigned to face the truth. I embrace my grief and merge to become one, knowing the wholeness of one is finer than the dual.

This morning‘s pain so deep, only one tear trickles down my face and the rest rain inside my body. How healing a good rain cry is, it washes and cleanses yet also nourishes.

I’m sorry my lover of sadness that I often neglect you, with the busyness of life it’s easy to forget you. But when I take the time to connect deeply to know you, our intimacy gives me the strength to carry on with life.