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Here I am,
lonely, to be,
on the precipice,
next to insanity.

My soul's screaming,
let me out of this
isolation. Little
human interaction,
except when the
meals are delivered.

What is there about love,
making me feel this way?
Love exists for all,
everyone is in play.

Worry not about tomorrow
or the choice we bring,
for love will persist
in songs we will sing.

Love is there for many things
it can be very forgiving,
but only for those in life
who keep on living.

Love matters not to another,
what they love is working,
perhaps, it means little,
or it may mean a ring.

Where have you gone,
oh, light of my life.?
Haven't seen you
in a week.

Missing your lips,
sweetly whispering,
in my ear,
"I love you, dear heart,
don't disappear."

Sailing through the waters
of this uncharted life, led,
causing little worry about
all the words I've said.

Where in the World,
would you like to go,
if you wished to see
a new Magician Show?

The curtains were drawn,
moodiness was low,
when we heard,
voices exchanging below.

You were once my hero,
there to set me free.
Look for duplicity,
it's where I will be.

No matter what happens,
in this crazy world, ours,
look toward the heavens,
you'll be counting stars.

There will be no tomorrow,
if you let today go away
and don't forget,
there's nothing, without a yesterday.

I thought I was the one,
when I first looked at you.
Now all these years are past,
as I again am looking too.

You are not with me,
except body and soul.
Your mind is gone,
I've nowhere to go.

Wayward the wind,
knifing through the trees.
It's a very strong wind,
no longer a breeze.

Down at the tree base,
there is whispering sighs,
while treetops shake
the darkest skies.

Tell me how,
tell me why,
I could fall
from my chair,
land on my butt,
which is now sore.

Being in my room,
the only interaction,
is with the food servers,
who do not want to be
in close contact with thee.

I long to see my wife,
who is in Memory Care,
but thankfully, is testing,
Negative, unlike me,
who has tested positive,
twice in 5 days.

Is this a way of life,
if this can be called living.

Come lay down beside me,
as I recite to thee,
our memories together.
Perhaps, you'll remember me.

I miss you so dearly,
when I can't see,
or hold you or
sit with thee.

Thy wish, my command,
is what we'd say.
You no longer remember,
any of our todays.