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A coldness,
crept over me.
It's what I felt,
but didn't see.

A chill runs
down my spine.
An ominous feeling
knowing it's mine.

The word Hospice,
my stomach turns,
the patient, my wife,
now my eyes burn.

It is the weekend and residents
in memory care are experiencing
the joy of seeing family and friends.
Visits may be short or can be long,
and soon people will start to say their
Goodbyes. Little white lies are said,
"See you soon" when it really means
I must go and may see you in a while.
A sense of sadness when leaving your
loved one. It is for me, and I am a floor
above her. My heart aches, for this woman
who has been the pillar of my life for so
many years.

The setting Sun,
burnt a hole
in the horizon,
so, I was told.

My mind blew open,
sanity has fled,
if I didn't know better,
I would be brain dead.

Locked in a rut
and to my dismay,
emotions lost,
won't return today.

Southbound on the Interstate,
I am running hard,
if I don't get some sleep
I'll be in the graveyard.

Radio is silent,
all my gas is gone.
Slap, slap of the tires
lyrics to a Song?

A discussion,
concerning my wife.
A need, I was told,
to move her to Hospice.

I shudder to think
about such a move,
she goes further away,
my own true love.

Without aplomb,
or knowing who,
a new life
is awaiting you.

A sad day
it will be,
when you're alone
without she.

Sitting in the courtyard,
among the shrubs and flowers.
It is so pleasant here
I could spend hours and hours.

Have you ever seen a Frog,
do a back flip?
Neither have I, but
let me give you a tip.

Frogs do not like to be
suspended in space,
for if they are they
become green in the face.

Forward, ever forward,
where I often went,
looking, always looking,
to be pleasure bent.

Obscene inferences in
the verse above.
All I ever needed
was everlasting love.

We had all that
many a month and day,
until the music stopped
and we lost our way.

Be it bad luck,
or be it just chance,
I was never accepted,
when asking someone to dance.

I sprinted towards
the top of the hill.
If I didn't do it,
no one else will.

Waxing and waning,
poling a raft.
I'm asking a question,
Do you think I'm daft?

Sun falling slower,
than honey from a spoon.
Sunset can't arrive here,
any time real soon.