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Day after day.
Night after night,
I'm unsure, if it's
wrong or right.

It's been over a month,
since you moved away.
I'm awake; you're not
lying next to me.
A funny feeling overcomes
the emptiness I feel.

Anguish, lies
deep in my Soul.
A self-hatred
of the action
I took to
relieve the pressure,
placed on myself.

At the end of the rainbow,
where dreams go to die,
it's not the pot of gold,
as fables infer or imply.
A place, a graveyard to show,
ideas, love, thoughts which vie
for resurrection or rebirth of life,
if you are willing to try.

A purveyor of darkness,
is with me today.
It haunts me at night,
as I need to say,
"I'm sorry, forgive me"
I don't like us living this way.

I sit here
alone, without you,
in our home
of many years.
You have gone
to a memory care
facility, to be
attended to.
I have visited
every day,
except the lockdown,
when the facility
was closed, due to
a Covid, positive result.
Every day,
when I see you,
I'm asked, "are you my husband?"
and you say, "I haven't seen you
in a long time."
Yet, you cried when I
told you Good Night,
when I left,
at 9 PM.
My emotions are raw.
My guilt, I feel,
as this part of life
is torture and pain,
no matter how I
try to rationalize.
Forgive me please.

I need some Sun
for these days so grey,
to brighten our lives,
warming our Souls
to enjoy our lives,
with family and friends.

When words lay bare,
the truth today,
while others use words,
eroding facts away.
Stay on the course,
so you may
use all the words,
when you pray.
Finding the path,
helping you stay
and see your dreams,
seize the day.

When I reflect upon my life,
there are no regrets,
except for one.
What can I learn
from my history, past,
of the lost memories,
of my first love?
Life is over,
in one blink of the eye
and all you knew
of loving thoughts made
are gone, now missing
and will not return.

Where has love gone?
It has moved away,
as friends we love,
leave our lives today.
Mourn we must
and when we pray,
it's for the friends
and those who stay.

Words spill from my head,
into a big sieve.
Some hard to understand,
some not to be believed.

Long live the light,
long live the day,
we embark on our journey,
joining in the fray.