'Michael Bublé’s Feeling Good? Huh!' by Jan Brown

 

Read squinting, sleep will come.

 

Dawn light, distant traffic hums, a solitary bird sings -  it’s today. I’m stuck in yesterday.

 

A kiss. I want him to envelop me, gift his sleep. But he’s gone.

 

He was gone with my diagnosis, drowning in fear, each night my last.

 

I wish…