Losing words

I think I've lost my words.

The last few days have gone past in a blur, a haze of whisky, red wine, vodka, tears and laughter.

I know I arrived in Edinburgh very early Sunday am, amazed again at how beautiful the city was. I know there was too much whisky and too much wine, that there were tears shed, and laughter. Stories told, memories rehashed, raised voices and hushed whispers.

And I know on Monday, I said a few words and managed to get through 'Do not go gentle into that good night' without breaking my voice. And I know I said something that made people laugh.

But there are holes in most everything, a lack of sleep and emotion finally taking its toll.

I've lost my words. But they'll be back.