It’s 12:17. I had a good day on balance yesterday. I’m sitting up because I can’t sleep. Pain mostly keeps me awake. It’s just there.  I will eventually fall asleep, bolstered by pillows on my side, taking the pressure off my back.

It’s just my life right now, pain coupled with loneliness. My wife is with me every day in a marriage without intimacy. Friendship, yes, love in its own way, yes. Intimacy, no. Sometimes that emotional pain overrides the physical pain.

I have an idea for a prose poem I plan to write and publish later.