Why the indifference,
what is the cause,
which creates, not caring?
Is life now on pause?

It won't do,
to run and hide,
they'll still come,
from the other side.

They come at night,
many or a few.
They will keep coming,
and will find you.

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?

All the words,
he thought were dead,
are still lodged,
within his head.

Words oft used,
like thee and thou,
remained imbedded.
My thoughts were how.?

How could a word,
seldom used to write,
could remain there,
tucked away, out of sight.

Words are forgotten,
left and right.
Knowing this now,
it will be alright.

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.

It would appear, I moved
to a state of mind, enraged,
about inequity of life,
when viewed from the World stage.

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

A sad song tomorrow.
A sad song today,
about losing your memories
and now gone away.

All the tomorrows,
all the todays,
lost in sadness,
of the yesterdays.

Memories for two,
only now for one.
All her memories are,
over and done.

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.

Why are you sad,
for what I am,
when I am only
a weakened man.

Be nice, it's said,
for you may be,
the only survivor
of our family.

What a life it was,
no longer here,
when hope is gone
and it's only fear.