Feel Alone

I feel alone, yet you are here,
Sitting next to me, so elegantly.
Our conversations, are minimal,
No words come, from you to me.
Logical discussions, do not occur,
As listening is not your forte.
When an idea, gets into your head
And I explain, or try to say,
The way things should be.
You keep bringing up the same
Subject, over again, with no finality.
Why must Dementia
Steal you away from me?
You are a happy person
And yet, it must painfully be
A frustration to you, as
Much as it is to me.
I love you and anguish so
To see you slip away
From our life long loves.
I beg of you, my God,
Oh please let her stay,
If not for tomorrow,
At least for today.