What is Lost
• 08/13/22 at 10:00PM •What is lost
will soon be found.
When hearts, a break
it isn't renown,
to expect a change,
when no ones around.
What is lost
will soon be found.
When hearts, a break
it isn't renown,
to expect a change,
when no ones around.
I must confess
to my current
state of mind.
Lack of motivation.
Lack of creativity.
Thoughtless.
Her face, lined
with wrinkles
from dread.
Thinking about
all of
the years,
lying ahead.
What to
do when
the love
of your
life has
Dementia. She
will forget
you soon,
not know
your name
or recall
all of
your memories
of life
you spent
together, as
a couple.
Love the rain
freshened smell
of the sea.
Primitive thoughts
of our origins,
percolate the mind.
Another memory slipped away.
It is not quantified.
It happens every day.
At what point will you
not know what I say.
Grey was the streaks
in my new friend's hair.
Brown was her eyes
drowsy but aware.
Lush were her lips,
not mine to share.
Radiant was her smile,
beaming rays, everwhere.
Walk the path
down the hill,
past the
golden Daffodil.
Stop and reflect
the scenic view,
marvel at the
sky, so blue
Long is her neck,
large are her eyes.
Brown is her hair,
strong were her thighs.
A quaint place to live.
She loves it too.
Her favorite place,
The Woodland Park Zoo.
A Giraffe, so tall
and so cool, like you.
A brain drain,
there's no pain,
nothing will remain,
no verbal stain,
nothingness will reign
I am becoming
more emotional.
A simple thought
about my wife,
moistens my eyes.
A lonely tear,
courses down
my cheek.
Why is that?
Am I so weak,
I can't control
a simple emotion?
Yet when a
simple thought,
touches this old brain,
it turns to sadness.
Cool this morning
with temperatures rising
to another warm,
Pacific Northwest Day.
A cool breeze
ruffles the leaves
and squeezes the
limbs of the tall
Fir trees.
The first hint of
Fall touches the air.
Leaves will begin to turn
colors as the evening
coolness follows
Natures lead.
Your warm breath,
moist and scented
with peppermint
and last nights wine,
slips past my ear.
My cheek, pressed
tightly to your breast
feels the muted beat
of your inner life.
I dare not sleep
for if I do
when I awake
I'll not find you,
beside me.
You will be gone
from out my sight
and simply vanished
in darkest night,
while I slept.