A Stranger Calls
I visit you daily in your nursing home
you're physically with me yet I feel so alone.
I reach for your hand and you pull it away
a bit of you dies with each passing day.
Our love over years never did wane
now you look at me blankly not knowing my name.
I sometimes think that I wished you had gone
I could grieve at your passing and try to move on.
Instead you're a stranger whom I visit each day
who was once full of life but now empty and grey.
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