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.