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Posted by MFish Profile 05/23/24 at 07:18PM Share Poetry See more by MFish

Intimacy. Being close to another person.
Today we seem to be separated from each other.
When in reality we should be close.
My view, my thought for a stronger relationship/

To love, with abandon,
those in your circle
of friends. Moments
pass too quickly. Then they're gone.

Words stacked like wood,
inside of this old head.
Words used often,
some words unread.

Old words to use,
such as thee and thou.
For God's sake,
even words like how.

Not words,
more like where and when,
but new words,
when we could begin again.

Words, stacked in piles,
stuck in corner and crack,
when used too often,
will try to fight back.

I use words, often,
and use them still.
I shouldn't use them,
but you know I will.

The thoughts and memories,
which lay with in this aged mind,
have deteriorated to the point,
my mind, is a wasteland, too unkind,

when memories, once in your mind,
disappear for any reason,
it becomes a trying experience,
perhaps, the mind should have a season.

Unfortunately, that isn't the way it works.
A Spring for rediscovery new ideas and
recurring beauty would be great.
Unfortunately, my mind is a desert of sand.

The grieving process for Dementia
and Alzheimer Disease, can stretch
out for years, thus the title of many,
The Long Goodbye.

Now over 10 years of a slow decline,
of a once beautiful, intelligent, person,
who, as some say, "I was lucky to have
her as long as I did. 66+ years.
But it still hurts!

Here I sit, in this morass,
of emotional baggage.
The twist and turns, in this
new life are overpowering me.

Forced into decisions, I don't want.
Playing with my head,
when what was real,
is now certainly dead.

I find myself withdrawing,
from a good life.
I still see family but find
the closeness, starting to wane.
He's the old guy, who is becoming
more work than I need.

I am still polite but do not,
have discussions with
people about changes to the way
I was. Color me pitiful and sad,
as I drag my blanket.


Posted by MFish Profile 05/20/24 at 11:57PM Share Other See more by MFish

When we sit,
unmoving, it is
when the depths
of depression, may
start over again.

When life was casual,
with nothing else to do,
but move alone being
a friend to you.

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