She sits in her chair
Lost in he own world,
I glance at her,
The love of my life,
But she is not there.
She then turns and smiles,
She is back for a moment,
But that moment is gone,
Gone in a flash
As her world takes her,
Takes her from me,
This lady who I love.
That love is still there
And always will be,
But the lady that I once loved
Has gone,
Gone into her world,
Her world of dementia.

I sit at the table – alone.
My loved one away for a week
To give me a rest,
A rest from her dreadful dementia.
It is so hard,
She is in a world of her own
Where I almost don’t exist.
I do everything for her,
I lead two lives,
And the second one
Is so exhausting.
No rest, day or night
So these days alone
Help me to recover,
But here on Saturday evening,
The meal prepared as usual,
I sit at the table – alone.