Alzeimer

You sit in front of me on your rocking chair
without moving it a bit, staring into the nothingness of your life
in your vegetative state, day after day.
Your memory is deleted like you erased the proofs of of your affair with another woman.
Like you deleted the pictures your shared lying on the bed we once shared.
You do not recognize me any more, not as a wife or lover
but we co exist without cohabiting
You are a burden that I have to carry.
I no longer can abuse you or curse you because it does not matter to you in this state.
so I do not have that satisfaction either.
You are in between death and life, eating from my hands and soiling on my hands.
I am tired hanging in between
nurturing you and wishing you die