Withering thoughts

Thoughts are flowing through my mind
Confusion and repeated days are spent thinking of what has been left behind.
I'm sure I tended and planted these flowers yesterday.
Confusion overwhelming me with dismay.
Watering and tending again to give a new lease of life.
I request the loving help of my wife.
She doesn't seem to be around and I wonder why.
Then I smell the familiar baking of a homely apple pie.
My loved one keeping me warm inside.
Something I have never been able to hide.
What was I doing before I thought about my wife!!
I can't remember the details of my life.
I enter a lonely and unfamiliar quiet house.
This isn't where we were before.
Why isn't my wife by the door.
I see an old lady I barely recognise on a dusty mantelpiece.
She looks familiar but I cannot recall her name.
I try to think, but my attempts are in vane.
Reflections come flooding back into my life.
This lady is obviously to old to be my wife.
As I gather my lasting thoughts and stroll off to my bed.
Limited memories flowing hazily through my head.
My wife will soon be here to keep me warm and content.
As I dream about the wonderful past times we lovingly spent.