Good Grief 21

Feelings of prescience.
I find myself not really wanting to go to bed.
I will, and it will be fine.
I must because I must get up again and go to work tomorrow.
All will be well.
In the meantime I will have a nightcap from an as yet unbroken beautiful glass from a previous life, drink sloe gin made and given to me with love in this life and surround myself with these things that represent love for me, both in the past, which alone I would find too much to bear, and so I have also included representations of the love that I hold onto in the present and which help me to believe in and hold on to something that feels most fragile and tenuous.
And bid farewell, once again, yet again, to my love.