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Go forth from here,
no terms of endearment,
on this long summer day.
Dark, until
a single ray
broke through
the clouds, amassed
along mountains high,
across the plain,
until the time change
due to a burst of rain.
I now must leave this place,
for there is no gain
to await here where
there is too much pain.

Memories,
now gone,
into the air.
I know now,
life's not fair.

A simple soul,
the one I know,
nothing special,
she loves me so.
Long after memories
are gone,
I'll remember her
when I hear our Song.

Forgive me, please,
for being a fool
by violating a cardinal rule.
I am sorry for the words said,
for a smart mouth remark,
a relationship now dead.
I am a long way from perfect
and you know it's true.
I'm sorry and am missing you.

No matter the words,
which enter my head,
I write for pleasure,
and not wake the dead.

The dead, a space where
words go to die,
unless they become written,
and I must now try.

I will save those words, I see,
for the enjoyment of others
they're not just for me.

For all my friends
who are still here.
I miss your smile
and sharing a cheer.

I cherish our friendship
when having a beer
and wish I were with you,
for another year.

Goodnight, sweet dreams
may your wishes come true,
for I miss you a lot
and I will pray for you too.

For want of love
a life was lost.
A simple task
but at what cost?
We know so little
about the
complexities
of life.
Unprepared
for this attack on
our humanity, as
we trudge on
and accept the
waste of lives.
Thankless the
task for all
the caregivers,
professional
or family.

It's here,
with me now,
can't escape,
by running
or ignoring,
the return
of an old fear.
Watching my
wife, gradually
lose her ability
to function
as an adult.
So very
dependent upon
me. Like a
small child,
but one who
cannot recall,
even the most
recent event.
I'm losing
her bit by bit
and there is
nothing I
can do
to change
the outcome.
Sorry, but
at this moment,
life sucks.
Not for me
but for her
jubilation of
loving our
children.

Find me the morrow,
Find me the deep,
I need a new version,
How can I sleep?

Running on empty,
Where I am now.
Sleep alludes me,
Regardless of how.

I try to sleep,
Tears flood my eyes,
As I openly weep,
About my true love.

Her memory's drained
I am missing her and
Am to blame
For her loss.

Trip the light fantastic.
Trip is what you'll take,
to be here tomorrow,
no matter what it takes.

Life's precious moments,
gone in a flash.
Old before
you know it,
regrets you might have.

Memories, once important
are lost within your mind.
Trip the light fantastic
and you'll always be mine.

Today she
told me,
"Somethings wrong."
The first time
she's recognized
the illness.
Not by name,
but because
she couldn't
remember a
visitor from
an hour ago.
No concept
of time,
inaccuracy
of not knowing
who she visited
with, even
our oldest son.
The sadness
I feel and the
sadness I see
is going to be
our future.

Her raven hair,
now beautiful grey,
moves me to tears,
when I hear her say,
"Who are you?"
"Why are you here?"
"Have we met before?"
quote my wife of 65 years.