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My mind has gone stale.
New ideas do not appear.
I'm locked in a mental jail.
No thoughts, it's just the fear,
of the virus, hot on our trail.

I will take a break
from this writing weakness.
It's been a good ride
but I am mentally drained.

I apologize in advance
taking a break.
MFish

I need to return to the Sea.
To a place, on the Oregon Coast.
A small Inn, close to the beach.
Hearing Gulls cry, smell the salt air.
Walking the beach on warm sand,
down near the water, icy cold.
Take into my senses, sights odors and sound,
relaxing for the moment, on blanket covered sand.
while reflecting upon the loneliest time,
about a life of memories of mine.
Bask in the Sun, enjoying the day,
watching the tide start ebbing away.

My love grew stronger
with every passing day,
until the disease Dementia,
stole her mind away.

The love we had
over these 64 years,
vanished from her mind,
amidst all my fears.

How can it be
a life lived and well done,
when it's your memory
becomes the only one.

Yet, she will say,
"I love you"
every waking day,
until it's tomorrow,
it's all gone away.

Leaks forth the light
beneath yon sill,
as it flows to the darkness
of this warped mind,
lost in raw anguish,
of a love, now gone.
Look for me, not,
I've gone away
and shan't return
until the morrow's
fullest Blue Moon.

Come to me now,
for adventures abound,
with beautiful music,
a glorious sound
of horn and strings,
as our feet move around,
to dance with thee,
is what I have found.

Downward the path
of broken dreams.
All the lost souls,
are over, not gone,
for there is no time
to grieve for another,
no matter what's said,
for we must all grieve,
for those who are dead.

A leather glove,
a velvet sky,
a soft caress,
asking you why,
you left me
with no goodbye?

Will you be there on the morrow?
Will you be there as my friend?
Will you help me, through my sorrow?
Will you stay here, until the end?

Tomorrow,
the day,
where our life
will change.
When she moves
to a Memory care,
facility.
No more the wife,
when I go to bed.
No one to greet me
at earliest light.
A visit to her,
every day,
at her new home,
where she will stay.
A lifetime of stories,
will soon go away,
as I search for a life,
in this messy array.
Thanking you all for
the assurance given.
I must find something,
if I am to keep living.

You are a lovely revelation,
I see it in your eyes.
You have changed my being,
I'm awed but not surprised.

When the sadness
and the darkness
attacks your life.
Stand firm, resist.
It is always darkest
before the storm.
Love will support you.
You will be re-born.

She is here in my mind,
and is, who I still see,
with all the happy memories,
no longer here physically.