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Phone calls.

Video conferences.

Once so alien a concept.

Now more common place.

Yet, the stigma still remains.

When it lingers.

You do what you can,

but it still takes up the energy

you wish you could use

for more important things.

So you push yourself

even though you won’t get better.

But life doesn’t care.

It still moves on

and being sick

only means that you lose more time.

For yourself

and for your loved ones.

Puns are dumb.

Laughter is contagious.

Pranks are awful.

Yet we do them anyway.

Humour is seen as sexy.

Just don’t let the twisted version take control.

Too many jokers and we won’t be safe at all.

I know he is sleeping

From the snores

Emanating from him.

It is the full throat noises

-no words-

Where I can almost make out

what he says in his sleep.

Still, I envy him

As I lie awake

Listening to him

Unable to join him

In his night conversations.

Whether in a game

Or in real life.

It can be devastating.

Running away.

Hiding in the basement.

Scared of the monsters.

They make no noise.

Then you see their claws.

Reaching for your leg.

The pressure from their grab

is like 4 pointy stingers.

Yet, they don’t hurt?

Wait, the pressure is now on my stomach?

Oh, good morning.

Cat breath is a wonderful scent right now!

Just when life looks like it is going better

something comes up

to remind you

that life sucks

and that happiness truly is fleeting.

I wonder why pain never seems to go away?

The teasing false spring temperatures

fool us before the next freeze.

If only we could know for sure

that the actual spring was coming soon.

Climate change makes me sad.

Winter makes me sadder.

I open the page to write.

I get up.

Make a coffee?

Perhaps a bite to eat?

I wander the kitchen.

Do a couple of chores.

Then when food and coffee are ready,

once again I sit down

and maybe I’ll compose something brilliant!