Their war

Dear Anyone,

It has started again. For others, they say. It is their war to bear. And yet.

Today I opened the balcony door and watered the plants.

I have become frightened by the outside world.

The curtains are always drawn.

The lighting is soft.

Sometimes, I put on Christmas carols.

My Fur Babies Berry, Blu, my canary Henry and I sit in the corridor when the building starts to sway in all directions, the planes hover on top of us, and the sounds remind us that we are nothing.

But we were happy once, weren’t we?

So many friends call me on a daily basis.

Lonely people left behind by those closest to them.

All my life I have taken care of those who have been left behind.

And yet.

Were they happy once?

They are stuck in the past.

Aren’t we all?

I miss my illusions.

I forgot my past.

And yet.

I sip my third cup of tea.

And I listen to the endless chatter of those who have been left behind.

Does anyone ever stop and think about the endless silent wars they fight on a daily basis?

Somewhere in my forgotten past, I am reminded that I was once happy.

And that this is their war.

And yet.