It's the longest, long good-bye.
You're not here, I'm no place.
No recognition fills your eye,
You are lost in moments and space.
Life's celebrations have gone awry,
Now fragile webs of aged Dutch lace
Watch as our dreams crumble and die.
This cruel joke has no class, or taste.
I have love, but no tears left to cry,
Watching you trapped in this time machine.
I trill in laughter as you briefly remember
And slivers of nostalgia become pristine.
You recall our holidays in warm December,
Then your mind slips into quarantine.
Your mind once so brilliantly limber,
Now dull, as if fed opiates of Morphine.
Incurable hope is now a crushed ember.
You're not here, nor there, nor in between.
When you're not here, I'm in no place.
I wish the gripper would laugh, or cry.
I reach for answers asking myself why
Are we burdened with a fall from grace?
These black thoughts befuddle and mystify,
Until I realize illness is not a disgrace.
Your here, yet vanished without a trace.
That glimmer of genius has left your eye.
You are my cowboy with a movie star face.
Our last love scene is the long good-bye.
