Goldfinch60

I Sit at the Table.

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.