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Meet me tonight in Dreamland,
those words I now hear,
for I miss all those,
who are no longer here.

Her memories are gone.
I will try to retain,
them, for her, writing words.
Perhaps they will remain.

White was the color,
reflecting in her eyes.
Perfume, the scent,
caused me to realize,

here was a passion,
a beauty to see,
whose joyful manner,
became her personality.

I sit,
I stare,
at your face,
you're not aware.

You're dressed,
in a Holiday style,
but you are asleep.
I await your smile.

What once was,
is no longer here.
They're just memories,
in a rear-view mirror.

The fleeting images,
of days gone by,
are fading away.
My question. Why?

I sit with her,
she smiles,
she sleeps,
no words,
lonely and sad,
describes me,
yet I sit.

A mass of walkers,
parked along the wall,
with wheelchairs at the table,
in the dining room hall.

The worries in my mind,
of things, yet to come,
bother me today, every time,
as they are ad infinitum.

Hope springs eternal
but not for me.
No chance for improvement,
declining health for she.

What is happening
to this body of mine.
The nights are long
the Sun don't shine.

I don't understand,
what is happening to me,
for I don't believe
my mind is free.

Please, don't run and hide.
I am lonely. It's me.
I mean no harm, let's walk.
I really need someone to
talk to about Life's stories of woe.
Will you please not say no?

I hope, I do not fall any further
into this depression, gripping me.
Think positive thoughts, you will find
the best part. Don't feel sorry for me.