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Is there an element of life
which still remains unclear
and creates more doubt
than it would appear?

I visit her daily,
at her new family home,
a Memory Care unit,
where she lives alone.

Alone in her room,
of this I am aware,
as she watches TV
with an unfathomable stare.

She does not understand
the programs she sees,
and the mind's stimulation
is absent, unwilling to please.

Blue was the streak,
in her raven, dark hair,
hiding the face,
of the one, unaware
of a new love,
if she would dare,
as I caught a glimpse,
from the top of the stair.

Long will I remember
your friendship, to me,
as you became more,
like my own family.

From among the rubble,
rises a cry, why are you
killing our children? Why?
What have they done
to deserve to die?
Please tell me now,
for I'm too sad to cry.

When the Sun rises,
a new day begins,
a life's journey
of sorrow or joy.
Pick the right path,
if you seek happiness.
The wrong path may
end in sadness,
lo the light of
this new day,
leaves us, going away.
Long the night,
lonely it will be,
when I am no longer
here with thee.

Long were the years,
when you were mine.
We loved our life,
our hearts entwined.
Please let us love
until the end of time.

When darkness falls
as daylight dims,
I'm reminded
of what lies within,
my soul which
has incurred scars
of a love lost
from my lifelong
friend, whose memory
has escaped the fray
and yet is in her mind
but cannot be revealed
to anyone.

I sit with her,
Irish music a play,
as this has become
a very good day.

How does one explain
a memory lost
or about a memory
which missed life's train?

If I could capture your Soul
and place it in a jar,
I would carry it with me
knowing where you are.

Slow ticks the clock
as we await the end
of this lifetime, our
broken dreams trend.