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Tell me a story,
about when you were a boy.
An adventured you lived,
once with a friend.

Graduated, from the eighth grade,
myself and my friend.
Wanted to earn some money.
We hitchhiked from Seattle,

North to Lynden to pick strawberries.
We arrived and heard the news,
the berry season was over or done.
Reverse our journey, sleeping in a
field, outside of Bellingham, and
returned to Seattle.
Thumbs out, we needed a ride.

What happens tomorrow,
or whenever the day,
if I want to hold you
and you push me away.

I remember you always,
every day of my life.
Remembering you forever,
my, most beautiful wife.

Let's meet here tomorrow,
taking one more chance,
for a new beginning,
and taste for romance.

I'm thinking of you now,
as I lay on the sheets,
of how I miss you,
tears course down my cheeks.

My emotions are ragged,
my actions, my senses,
of not being with you.
It is not my pretense.

My sleep, is quite fitful,
not sleeping at night.
My anger upsets me,
but there's nothing to fight.

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.

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."

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.

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.

A fiery fold,
a ragged edge,
once banned,
now could be said.

Stay with me,
forever, today,
into the morrow,
What's to say?

You, caught me,
months ago,
wanting to see you,
nowhere to go.

Will you
still love me,
when I'm
old and grey?

Life's hourglass,
running out
of sand,
of time.

It won't
be long
and I will
be gone.

For all the tomorrows
there is left in yesterday,
will I still be with you,
when love has gone away?

I look for you.
You're not here.
I look, again,
I am alone.

Not how
it was to be.
Here alone,
me, not thee.