I hesitate to write
these lines of your visits
waking me here
asleep in my chair
coffee cold
in my cup
and you trudging
those 5000 miles
over land an ocean
to sit once more
by my side
foretelling what awaits
in a future
void of time
where loneliness fades
an exile
come home
Feeling the distance?
As sicness and impeding death ravage family and friends I am wondering where I should be.
And that explains so succinctly the general tone of the last series of your posts. And I know how it is.
I have no doubt you do.
This one hits home. I wonder too where I ought to be
It becomes even harder the older one gets.
I hope you get where you need to be.
Thank you.