Shadows in the Night
The fog covers my eyes.
When it lifts, I see only emptiness—
where once there was joy.
where there was laughter.
Where my mother sat, lost in her dementia,
and my father, in the other room,
wondering how to save
the love of his life.
She, now a fading outline of herself,
claimed by the cruel hands of illness.
All I see, sitting here alone, are shadows—
soft echoes trying to speak.
I stretch out my hand,
but there is no one.
Only my imagination.
Only shadows in the night.
Tonight, I feel lost and all alone,
crying silent tears
no one sees,
no one hears.
