finding light

there were times.

lying in bed.

and knowing that it was over.

that there would never

again be sex,

let alone a kiss.

never a vacation, or walk,

or long

talk into the night,

or laughter.

all the joy between you

would never again exist.

there were times when

lying in bed,

that you knew that

this was as bad as things

could ever get.

and that gave you hope.