Back to her

Can the night become
Any darker?
The morning
Seem so distant?

My mind feels cold.
Closed.
Numb.
Intentionally distant.

Why do I feel
So locked inside?
As if this is
Who and what
I am now.

Some days seem
As though
There is no way out
Of this grinding,
Destructive,
Sickness-inducing
Life.

And then
Without warning,
I smell the eucalypts,
The touch of summer rain,
The warm sun on my face.
The call of songbirds.

The voice
Of my wife calling,
Me back to her.

And suddenly,
For a moment,
The night seems
A little less dark.

The morning
A little closer.

And it feels
Like I might just
Be okay.