the sun has fallen the moon refuses to rise loneliness sits beside me wearing a pink carnation mourning the death of my pride fear shaves in my mirror he only has one eye thus, he fails to see the shooting stars in the window no wait, they are the headlights of cars passing by so, I can’t make a wish but if I could….. I’d wish to die in your arms just to hear you whisper goodbye
During the first three weeks of my vacation, I was feeling well, getting stronger everyday. My heart procedure was set for Tuesday, April 14th.
Then, last Monday hit me like a storm. The hours of feeling dizzy, the sensation of my brain throbbing inside my skull, the additional blurred vision, and naseau had all returned.
For five days last week I dealt with this setback.
My blood pressure which during the holidays was reaching for the sky, now reached new lows. My nurse Elena described some of my readings as dangerously low.
On an island isolated from the coronavirus fears infecting the rest of the world, panic broke out after the President’s press conference. Business quickly shut down. Parts of the island are under curfew. A military presence can be felt.
With my sudden change in health, we called Jetblue to return to the United States, but the airports have been locked down. I found myself trapped.
Via speaker phone, my doctor suggested I change the dosage of one of my pills. I started taking a half pill (yesterday). This morning I am feeling a little better. The dizziness almost totally went away. There are still occasional spells.
On Friday to confront my super low blood pressure, Elena drove me into town to sit down and drink a cappuccino. After four months of no coffee it was heavenly.
Airports are scheduled to reopen Saturday, April 4th, the same day of my return flight.
Blogging? I will take this day to day.
Tomorrow, Monday, MAY BE my last post for a few months. I hope everyone drops by to read about something that happened to me last Saturday before my dizzy spells returned.
During a recent conversation, my friend Gabriela asked me to write a poem titled “blushing moon.” Please visit the winner of the Author of the Year (2019) At Spillwords NYC. You will find her inspiring poetry at Short Prose.
Now, here is my response to her prompt.
eyes moist with nostalgia i mourn the unspoken words that occupy so much space between me and you it leads me to ask does a shooting star ever yearn for the places he has never been the way I long for you perhaps, if our lips wandered the lines of your palm it will lead them to our destiny a place for us beneath the blushing moon
last night I found the poem that you wrote sleeping on my pillow between a lullaby and a dream scribbled on yellowed music sheets with ink from my unopened fantasies your lyrics sang of passion a garden of eternity and jasmines rhymes of me and you watching our lonely silhouettes making love beneath the moon
loneliness floated on tranquil seas as the tides slowly returned with lyrics meant for me I told my heart to forget her he laughed at me the stars strummed guitar strings the moon hummed the love song in my heart I dared not sing
A song of unrequited love from the beautiful Taylor Swift 🎵🎶 Drew looks at me….. 🎵🎶