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Visiting my wife,
she was asleep,
as it usually is.
Too tired to weep.

A strange occurrence,
last night as I was
making a light snack as
I would do in our home.

I reside in an Independent
living facility while my wife
resides in the memory care
unit, one floor below me.

I heard my wife's voice,
saying," What are you up to?"
It sounded real, but she seldom
speaks.

The emotional impact was instant.
I lost control, my eyes started
leaking. I write this several hours
after it happened and my eyes are
now moist.

I do not like this feeling of
helplessness. The most difficult
activity I have ever dealt with.

How do I endure,
this emotional strain,
when my mental strength,
has started to wane?

Wayward thoughts,
from hearts apart,
where to begin,
where to start.

Thoughts which bounce,
as water on a skittle,
seldom are found,
in your brain middle.

My emotions are
blowing hot and cold,
as my loved ones
behavior never is old.

One day she will talk
another time she will sleep,
as my emotions are
want to weep.

How can I explain?
what I will see,
when I know it's
not her, it's me.

We all crowd together,
avoiding being alone.
Yet here we are,
lyrics, in a sad song.

Alone again,
in this lonely place.
God, I hope,
I'll see your lovely face.

The wind blows cool,
during the afternoon sun.
You're in my heart
and will always be the one.

I talk to you
about trivial things,
but I am afraid,
that only a few,

words get through,
to you, my sweet one.
I will love you forever,
until my life is done.

My love for you,
will never die,
though the sadness
creates tears. I cry.

Tears flow from eyes,
coursing down my cheek,
in bunches, at times.
I must be brave, not meek.

At this time in my life,
It is becoming taxing.
Loved ones tell me
I should be relaxing.

I don't disagree for
I need to adjust.
It's not about will you,
I know I must

My love grows stronger,
as I await,
your arrival,
from out of state.

Twas true before,
but now it's too late,
for she can no longer
travel with her mate.

What a loss for you my dear.
God has not been good to you,
these past 10 years. I wish
there was more I could do.

I'll love you forever,
deep in my heart,
though we won't be
together, when Death do us part.

I love you, Ellie.

Here I sit. Depressed,
alone now, I am moping.
Be nice to find a solution,
I will always be hoping.

An interesting thing
when you lose hope
or the grasp on reality,
when trying to cope.

Coping, a word of
simplicity about
dealing with a loss
when you want to shout.

I know there is not
any hope, in this case,
you must not give in,
to this memory erase.

The sadness and lack
of being able to assist,
in resolving this plight,
I must continue to resist.

Life will go on
has been said to me.
Life will go on
but not for she.

I wish I had enough money to fund
every request I receive from all these
great organizations, but I don't.
Is this the best way to fund research
for Cancer, Alzheimer, Birth defects,
research. There are many organizations
who are very deserving of funds, but
these pockets are not deep, and I cannot
fund them.
What has this World come to?