Fading

Of life and loss

I saw her sitting pale and weary
A ghostly sigh of her former self
Her anomalous visage incongruous
As my mind it seeks to assimilate

All that has gone before us, all that before us lies in wait

My precious treasure whom I adore!
Ubiquitous ambiguity leaves me questioning;
Tell me why she sits upon the floor?

My compassion swelled within my breast
My whimper of fright subdued

Raising her up with alacrity
Careful to ameliorate her pain
My bride of days long gone, my bride still tangible true
I seek to guide her through this era

A neophyte to old age, in gloomy contemplation I ponder
In dread that should she interlope too soon into the great beyond
‘Twould leave me bereft, yes filled with misplaced abhorrence

And so I murmur words of passion reminding her of conversations lost
Times in which we sparked and did scintillate
While I myself conceal a twinge of wounded apprehension alone