A Stare
• 08/17/23 at 12:57AM •I visited my wife again today.
The Care Givers, had taken her
to her room and placed her in bed.
There was no recognition of me.
No beautiful smile. Just a simple,
"Who are you?"
I sat and held her hand.
My eyes tend to seep tears when
I sit with her. I think how close
we are both on the final journey.
I am saddened for her and I.