Distractions and attractions; painkillers and Band-Aids

Recently my desire to write anything has disappeared like Lib Dem election promises. The effort involved feels too great as my thoughts turn to Doreen Alice with the inevitability of mourning tides. What was once a joyful release just exposes the wound and aching pain. Just 5 months have passed since she left in February. The dust has yet to settle but there is a growing realisation that I will not be whole again. You can still use a teapot with a broken spout; it just doesn’t pour the same way. My orphaned state is something that I will need to get used to, but until things become a little easier to process, I will mine memories and recount tales from times when I could make a phone call and hear her voice. I miss her terribly and the slightest scratch pours blood.