NOTHING REAL IS EVER LOST

I cry for you because you are here but gone
I cry for the memory of you although I still see you
I cry for the person you where and still are
I cry for you because you are in there but somehow can’t come out

I cry inside as you search the kitchen, wanting to make me a cup of tea
I cry as you point frantically at the television when you see the speedway
I cry when you recognise in my photos the places you have been and see your smile
I cry watching you gaze at your great-granddaughter, wishing you could run around after her as you did with us
I cry watching you be proud and when it withers away

I cry for you when I know, you know
I cry for you when you want to talk but can’t find the words
I cry for you when you recognise me and can’t say my name
I cry for you when you want to teach but the knowledge is locked
I cry for you when you look at your wife and want you want to help her, support her, be her rock as you always have been
I cry when I watch this thought disappear before it is expressed

I cry because I know on the inside you do too

And you,
I cry for you because of all of these things
I cry for you because you are watching this for the third time in your lifetime
I cry for you because you are grieving your husband who stands right before you
I cry for you because your strength never wavers

I cry when I hear your voice
I cry because you do not complain
I cry as you describe your week
I cry when you laugh because I can hear your screams
I cry watching you struggle to keep your head above water
I cry knowing you are using all of you to try to keep your lives as they were

I cry because everyday you are living with a type of pain that makes us question life
I cry for you because you are watching the love of your life slip through your fingers
I cry for you because this makes him no less of the man you have loved for years
I cry for you because of all that comes to you in a day
I cry because you feel guilt, exhaustion, confusion and deep, deep sadness
I cry for you because of your willpower, that is both a blessing and a curse

Some tears are of admiration
Some tears are of love
Some tears are of sadness
Some tears are of guilt
Some tears are of helplessness
Some tears are of anger

And some tears are of the pure happiness I have known because of you both
Some tears are because you have shown me what love is
Some are for the love that appears to be lost

And some are for the pure knowing that the love between you remains
Because nothing real is ever lost

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