Where has she gone,
This wonderful lady who I married,
Married so many years ago.
Wedded bliss stayed with us,
Stayed with us until these latter days,
These days where dementia has taken her,
Taken her from me.
Her mind is almost completely lost,
It is dying each day,
But still her body lives on.
She lives in her own world
Where sometimes I do not exist.
I watch her as she looks through her handbag,
Looks through her handbag for hours,
For hours at a time.
She cannot walk through a room
Without being distracted,
So her purpose is lost.
I have to tell her constantly
What she needs to do,
What she wants to do,
But still she gets distracted
By the smallest of diversions.
My love for her is still there,
But I wish the lady that I really loved
Would come back from her own world,
And back into mine.