Sucked into a spiral of consuming thoughts

I longed for the moment when I had none

The memory of her wouldn’t fade away

Her delicate features, and loosely tied bun

The anchor to my life

My only beloved wife

Her mind torn and worn

Leaving me empty and forlorn

Maybe if I had cared for her more

Maybe if I had noticed the pattern

She’d still be by my side

And my will wouldn’t have flattened