Goldfinch60

Doing Nothing.

It is so strange,

I feel so relaxed, but I feel so sad.

My loved one is away from me,

She is away for a week,

That week is to help me,

Help me recover from the hell,

The hell of her dementia.

I am living two lives,

Hers and mine.

Hers because she cannot,

Cannot do the things,

The things she always could,

I have to do them.

Each day it gets worse

But this week I am alone,

Alone to recover and not worry,

Not worry about her.

She is safe and cared for

By caring staff in the home.

It is only a week,

But I can live just my life,

Do what I want to do,

Even if it is nothing.