Moonlight

Moonlight beamed
off my brow.
I was still trying,
to determine how,

I had become,
entrapped here,
with few friends,
but family near.

I realized,
much too late,
my lovely wife,
my lifelong mate,

was no longer
close to see,
but one floor,
below me.

It's been a year,
the 28th of November.
No lying-in bed, no hugs,
all so hard to remember.