Written 2019 — There’s no going back,
And yet I keep trying,
Lying in bed afraid of them dying,
Lying there sweating and crying alone,
My mind bombarded with visions of home.
Flashbacks of sounds, smells and sights,
Memories strobing and filling the night.
Involuntary choice, I settle on one;
One happy pause, and then they are gone.
The breathe in me…