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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.

Across the broad Pacific,
the sea was my home.
My great Uncle Sam,
allowed me to roam.

Travelling to islands,
largely, to me, unknown.
My bunk, my sanctuary,
sailing across sea foam.

Awake, in the morning,
dolphins swam alongside,
while flying fish,
came along for the ride.

Some mornings, cheery,
grey whales were near.
The noise, when breaching,
a great sound to hear.

How many adventures,
where there told,
when I went to sea,
at 20 years old,

Stay with me, now,
sweet lady, mine,
it's you I long for,
your voice is divine.

I sit on my bed,
the room is cold.
I write these words,
which never gets old.

Each word, I write,
each breath, I take,
moving to the breach
of a life, I forsake.

I will think often,
of these words I compose.
The more I understand,
your life, as a Rose.

Quit looking for content,
trying to understand me.
I am who I am.
It's who I must be.

Will you still love me,
when the brains in my head
have turned to mush,
still alive but not dead?