Tuesday, September 22, 2015

1:41 before I kissed him goodnight


I wilt a little more inside every night I have to leave him,
and maybe that means the despondence is trading hands.

I cried all day Sunday in bed 
because of my lonely helplessness over the entire situation.
I'm not going to lie anymore; the nursing home is awful,
and there are no clear routes to bringing him home. 
My prayers for help bounce off the ceiling,
and I'm left fearing something awful is going happen;
that I'm going to lose him.
I don't mean to become hopeless or morose,
 but I'm lacking any clarity of foresight.
I'm feeling desperate.
Our anniversary is in twelve days.
I don't want to do life without him anymore.

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