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A what if question.
My reply, simple,
as it was, then.

Time passes,
memories remain,
of my love, as I,
try, my thoughts, to retain.

A re-published poem,
from 6 years ago.
about the slow slide,
into Dementia.

There are many reasons,
for seeking solitude.

An aged, old story,
We hear over again.
Why can life become cruel
And bitter when?

When you are alone, many thoughts
of loneliness will enter your mind.
Talk about it with your friends and family.

Memories are pushing out,
from my brain.
Memories of love
and an occasional disdain.

No one prepares you
of the loss of a life.
In my case, it was,
the loss of my wife.

Ive been told to feel lucky,
in this play, life,
for all of the time,
I spent with my wife.

While the information is true,
except for the rest of your life,
please understand, your loss,
cuts like a sharp knife.

Please spare me the platitudes,
they don't help my wife,
and certainly do nothing,
reduce my sadness and strife.

When this life is over,
it will never be,
for I've lost her,
for an eternity.

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