A second glass, filled
Full of a sort
Wine and bright side
Equally measured.
Pain feels manageable
In these compartments
Labels for days of the week
And diary entry hours
To briefly acknowledge
The storm.
Golden hour hues
Paint monotony
Interesting
Change of pace
And life feels
Life-like
Not disconnected
But real
And my bone-ache
Muted.
Furry companion,
My charge - for a while
Tangible connection
Convention
Of friendship
Desire
Companion
Motivation enough
For now
To carry, onwards