I've been there, Victoria, and I feel your angst at 12:21 a.m. and my 12:16 a.m. over a week later. It never gets easier, does it.
No Lynne, never easy. I didn't know you'd had a similar hard night's wait lately. Thanks for commenting on this and others of my poems.
The silence that screams danger. How very scary for you, Victoria.
It is always so hard to worry in the middle of the night, when all of life's most dangerous thoughts seem to hover. Yes, a hard night's wait.