after so long...

She called for her luv a grin stretched across his face. For dementia gave up halfway for her to resurface remember his name. And with a smile he spoke softly in her ear. It's OK luv, have no fear. As she turned to him with confusion setting in. With a who are you look staring back, tarring at his own warn out grin. Thinking of the memories within his mind he whispered to her, "who is do you think I am"? She didn't recognize him as she said, "Stan". If the pain had words, he would've found the courage to tell her so. But as he ate his emotions he smirked with a moan. Twisted up he felt years wasted on a woman still in luv with her ex. He could see the torment of life in her eyes as he felt every ounce of what was left. And he thought of the years she lived with the emptiness of who she truly luv'd. Because it was then he realized he'll have to go on without her as is forever crush. Yet the disbelief crawled up under his skin as he still after everything couldn't seem to turn away. Even with the blankness upon her face. The man within stood still long enough to witness her come back and recognize her friend waiting ever so close. She didn't know he knew as she once again slipped off into what appeared to be a daydream so far from home. As a single tear slipped from his left eye as he broke with the truth too overwhelming to hold in. So, he giggled and sighed just before the sun didn't shine. All my life. What a fool I've been in my time. The voices came silently as the night took control of who he was for so long. But now in every way there's an absence that feels the presence of being lost. As his head refused to hang because of a promise made some years ago. One that swore to never leave her alone. Not until it was forced by the unfortunate ways of this world. Holding on he did for he gave his word to his girl. With a no matter what openness to remain by her side the darkness claimed the room with the shutting off of the lights. He left hospital sometime before morning and never went back due to the surrealness of the lie of her luv that gave clarity to what was nothing more than a down and dirty fight. How could someone allow another to give so much when in the hidden intent there was someone else stealing patience displayed. As he came to admit to himself, the bitch was fake...