I Died a Little Inside
I died a little inside as your mind faded away,
feeling completely useless; I often broke down and cried,
my tongue mute, struggling to find encouraging words to say.
I died a little inside.
I recall when I proposed and asked you to be my bride;
and you said yes on that phantasmagorical day,
but Alzheimer's took that from you; now memories collide.
You could not even remember my name yesterday,
and ashamedly, I wanted to run away and hide
when you asked me why I came to visit you every day.
I died a little inside.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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