A Stare

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.