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.