Slipping away from me, I prematurely mourn his loss
He is still there, and looking just the same.
But stubbornness and nonsense take control.
‘Lovely to see you’ losing all its meaning
As that is where it ends.
With basic self-attention, independence gone, what else is left?
The love of music drifting in and out as CD turns.
A nudge in church, and fingers underline some tender words.
I do respond, loving the words he briefly underlines,
Then face the journey home, resistence to comply.
A love once all-consuming, now just a memory sweet.
Our joy in music, books and travels shared in 4 short years.
How cruel is this human suffering,
Affecting more the loved than he who loves.