Tethered there by blue-veined needles and velcro,
In a rented bed she sleeps. ****-Stained linens and
humiliation her new life.

Sunday visit’s from people she recognizes but can’t
remember is the only joy she has now. But even these
are darkened by grief.

She dreams of her beloved Husband and the dances they shared,only to wake and cry in his absence. Not sure where he went
or when he’ll return.

The call of “Lights Out” comes and she falls into dream-sleep,
Hearing the soft melody of a Sinatra tune she see’s him.
The only love she’s known.

“Maybe tonight we can dance once more” She whispered
as her beloved took her into his arms. The tune was familiar
that he sang into her ear, and she felt once more his breath
on her neck.

Twirling about in a fashion that would bring Astaire
to envy they danced into the heavens.
Forever together, They danced.