The Loss

Every day I went to greet her, 
The noise, the smell, so unfamiliar,
She saw me with her eyes of blue,
Smiled, then asked me 'Who are you?'.
What was once my wife is now a shell, 
A shadow of her former self,
This girl, this woman, my wife, my all, 
She knows not who I am at all.
I wasn't perfect, I messed things up,
I didn't tell her I loved her enough.
So I went to see her, day by day,
To try to right the mess I made,
To tell her all the things I didn't say,
To take her aches and pains away, 
This wife of mine who doesn't see,
Her husband is inside of me. 
And so the pain, this awful pain,
Has taken everything I gained,
I've lost my will, I've lost my way,
I want to see my wife again,
I know she's waiting, somewhere close, 
I feel her breath upon my nose,
I hear her whispers in my ear, 
She's telling me 'Come here my dear'
And so I'm leaving, I'm off to find her, 
Soon we'll be just the way we were,
Her body is here but her spirit is free,
Now nothing can take her away from me, 
One final goodbye, one last touch of her skin,
Though she doesn't know me now, she soon will again.