A Prisoner in My Own Mind

I sit in wonder,
now alone,
with no one close,
who I could phone.

Not talking about
my family,
but about my
missing thee.

Thee who was,
my lovely wife,
no longer here but
now gone, from life.

I talked with her,
about daily events,
we had our positions,
weren't on the fence.

This luxury is
no longer here,
so I sit alone,
she's not near.

I know this sounds,
like a "Woe is Me,"
but in fact,
it's my reality.