The Time Traveller's wife.

Time is a confusion to me these days
is it today or twenty years ago?
My mind in my old age
is a time traveling machine.
Where will I be when  I wake?
A thrush warbles its tune
through the open bedroom window.
I turn to Mary and say
It’s going to be a wonderful day my love.
Then as I touch her hair
her undisturbed pillow
reaches my fingers.
Then it is now again
I know she is no longer here

How strange the instant of our loss
never loses its pain?
I read the notes my daughter left for me.
The six cartons of milk
in the refrigerator
A testament to my time travels.

As I eat a bowl of cereal
Mary joins me for a chat once more.
We talk of our retirement plans,
the travel, the exploring the joys of freedom.
Old age will be our time, she smiles.

I am as fascinated with her sparkling eyes
as I was the first time
I. ever  saw her so very long ago.
I have an overwhelming need
to tell her
" I love you Honey"
But she has gone
lost in the mystery of times ether.

My daughter arrives to fix my lunch.
She asks me.
"Have you considered
the retirement condo Dad
"don’t you get lonely here ?"
I answer quietly.
No kitten,
never lonely.
never lonely.