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How fickle I am,
with these words I write.
I write of love
and of its might,
to move emotional mountains,
at the darkest of night,
yet, I flit with feelings
to family and friends,
as I'm having a struggle
when trying to pretend.

Did you ever
walk a train track,
where you took
small, choppy steps
on the creosote ties?

I see your legs,
oh, what can I say,
to avoid writing,
something risque'.

Long will I wander,
Long will I run,
until I arrive at
my first home.
Home in the Valley,
far from the sea,
where I still hear
voices calling for me.
Hide in the shadows,
if you choose not to run.
Lie in the vast meadow,
warmed by the Sun.
Stay there forever
until your journey is done.

A sharp pain, down my spine,
as I remember when
I asked you to be mine.
Our life was great,
our life was so fine,
when Dementia attacked;
robbing you of your mind.

Sometimes I think
you are the lucky one,
for you cannot see,
all the damage done
to a lifetime of joy.
Life's memories now gone.

Blooms red the Rose,
clinging to the vine.
Dull is the color,
as a Rose, fades away.
Treat life as a Rose,
the full bloom of life.
Seek peace with others,
while enjoying the newness,
of a new discovery; You.

A hole in my heart,
needs mending today,
as we begin the process
of moving you away.

My mind is spinning,
like a blade
in a wind storm.
Full of questions
about the upcoming days,
when my wife will move,
into a memory place.
I intend to go with her,
at least for awhile,
to make sure she's happy
and see her sweet smile.

Gone are the memories,
gone from the Sun.
No longer to remember,
no thoughts of anyone.
These are the days,
we knew would come,
no longer being present,
all our days done.

What is the name of
this hideous disease?
What did she do
and now must appease?
Remove all her memories,
isn't that punishment enough,
when your friends ostracize
their contacts, as mental dust.
Go from this life,
leave us alone,
for she won't know you.
Consider yourself gone.
Goodbye our friends,
do not seek us out,
when this happens to thee.