No one ever told me
How lazy I would be
How loneliness begets
Untidiness
No one ever told me
How the feeling of fear
Not fear itself
Lives in your gut
Some days
I wallow in self-pity
Other days
I push myself too far
No one ever tells you
How the silence
Makes you feel
Slightly concussed
And that sleep
Feels like a warm mud
Sucking you in
Talking myself through
Each day and longer
Evening
I chide myself
I coax myself
Through this stage
Of marriage
This stage of love
©March 30, 2025, Diane E. Dockum
Marble Hill Press 
YES, this is so true! I feel every word. Thinking of you, my friend.
This is so personal. Thank you for sharing.Roger
Thank you, Roger.