In the bleak December evening
When empty sadness fills my soul
To my Jen I shift my dreaming,
Thrilling thoughts, she’ll console.
Though far away, I feel her pull.
When winter nights are lonesome cold,
Late hour hath thoughts in disrepair,
A vision of her warm hand I’ll hold,
Sweet lips, soft cheek so fair.
A trace on my shirt: the fragrance of her hair.
There is not much discretion when it comes to me choosing a mate when I’m ill. It seems that my M.O. is to fall for someone who also battles some form of mental illness – be it anxiety, depression, addiction, paranoia – the list drones on.
I open the recipe book and search for the ingredients for family.
The passed down pages, ear-marked and cherished; there it is:
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