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I'll write about you,
the view I saw.
I am selfish, that way,
not my only flaw.

When I see you,
my heart does a flutter.
You are the picture,
I'm merely the shutter.

Please hear
the words I say.
I find you beautiful
in every way.

Why am I sad?
Feeling alone, forlorn.
Sometimes the thoughts,
why was I born.

What is my problem?
I'm stronger than this.
Perhaps it would help,
having a hug and a kiss.

You sat at a table,
another resident see.
Don't think you're mean.
Did you ignore me?

I expect too much,
I'm an elderly man.
Friendships are important.
Hoping you understand

My mind feels cloudy,
though I'm not confused.
Feeling exhausted,
my body energy, used.

Missing some energy,
lacking in my drive,
keep on breathing,
needing to stay alive.

Another love lost,
another heart broken.
Wanting to visit but
the words lie unspoken.

A joyful vision appears,
pouring coffee into my cup.
It's good to see her,
she helps wake me up.

Lean into my shoulder.
Match your pace
with my gait,
for I will protect you,
as long as I live.

I literally, trudged through,
the clutter in my mind, as
I try to get a grip on what
is happening to me, emotionally.
I believe I am a basket case,
with many holes in the basket.
I tend to not worry about
things. I am concerned when
there are changes which
affect me and those I love.
Here we are, my wife in
Memory Care, with Advanced
Vascular Dementia-Alzheimer,
while I am in Independent Care.
I do like where I am but
have difficulty breaking the
daily contact with my beloved.
I am told I must allow her to
be cared for by the professionals.
I know that is correct and that
I need to take care of myself.
Easier to say than to do but,
I am making an effort, to do so.
Good golly, Miss Molly, I am
missing you.

A grey, cold day,
liking cold weather, Not.
I'd prefer something warmer,
but don't want it hot.

A temperature in between,
moderation is fine,
then I will say,
will you be mine.

If I tell you
how my heart aches,
would you love me?
That's all it takes.

Would, I could tell you
when you ask for more.
I will always say yes,
for it's you I adore.

On my hands and knees
in a thicket of Jack Pine.
Cold and wet, was I,
don't mean to whine.

I heard a branch break
and then I did see,
a young female deer,
looking at me.

I didn't move,
neither did she.
She then decided
to ignore, lonely me.

Off she did amble,
moving slowly away.
For me it was
a wonderful day.

I remember the time,
many years ago,
in San Diego, California.
I was twenty years old.

I was in the U S Navy,
the first time alone,
during the holidays,
so far from home.