Where Do You Go?

Where do you go,
when you're with me?
A sadness is here
and then I see,
you no longer remember we.
I talk of what and how,
we lived our good life
and you reply to me,
"I don't remember or recall,
those parts of our history."
You ask me questions;
"Did you know my Dad?"
I answer you by
saying, "Yes, he was a nice man."
The pain I feel is for thee
and of this life's uncertainty,
for my love for you is
still running strong,
as I wrestle with,
where do you belong.
At what point in
this life sublime,
do I say to you,
"Now is the time/"