Here am sitting,
Sitting in my home,
Alone.
Alone I may be,
But what I am not
Is lonely.
I have music,
Music always there,
In my soul.
I have words,
Words to write,
On this page.
I have my thoughts,
Of the love of my life,
Safe and cared for.
Yes I might be alone,
But loneliness
Is not with me.
My life is sadder,
Without my lover
By my side.
My life is freer,
As I can move on
Into life.
That life was taken,
Taken by her dementia,
Mine is back.