Good Mourning

It's another one of those days. You know, the beautiful ones, the ones that begin way before the sun comes up because something is burning inside you. It's so dark you can't see as you stumble into the living room to sit with the cat. No moon. You feel like the only person on earth who is awake. The quiet is deafening, but you settle in and let the heart pound away. The ache is scary, but has become familiar.You might think that something is wrong, and maybe you are right, but it's best not to react. You are learning to be with it until it passes. You might feel lonely. The tears are jewels, like lyrics to a poem.