@JPB,
JDB:
You've nailed it. As you usually do.
Men,
or at least the ones I have known,
get up to pee in the middle of the night.
They go to the jon,
turn the lights on and have a look at themselves in the mirror.
It is at that point that all sense
of why they are up in the middle of the night leaves them
and they get a thought.
It's a small passing "Hey" from somewhere deep in their brain.
Hey, I wonder how ____ is.
Hey, I wonder if she thinks of me now and then.
Hey, what the **** was I thinking when I let her go?
It is at that point that from somewhere out of sight comes another voice:
"___________ , are you okay, sweetie?"
Oh yeah, they say, and they pee and go back to bed.
But, most times, after they have this experience three or four times, they end up trying to find ____.
Just to see if she's okay.
because
if ___ is okay...
the neverending emptiness and pain
stops
only for a couple of moments,
but
that's enough
to keep the big guy
(fragile as a eggshell)
(tender to the touch)
from crying on his way to work on Monday.
( don't you
know what you do
when you do
what you do
what you do
to those who loved you?)
Nevermind.
Joe( no one does.)Nation