I Am Still Here

My wife is in the room with me talking about the life we built together. She tries to communicate in all the ways she can.

Her words say that she knows me
Her gestures say she loves me
Her eyes say she's afraid for me

I am in this room with my wife. I listen and here the stories she tells. I am told they are all mine. I communicate with her the only way I can.

My words say I do not know her
My gestures say I do not love her
My eyes say I'm afraid of her

This is the way I see her
This is the way she sees me
This is not the way I feel

Her actions insight something in me. I find a glimpse of my life through her words.

I was full of life, I had a great life,

With a loving wife,
With beautiful children,
With happiness.

I feel like I have lost that life because I have so few memories of it.

But when my family visits me I gain some of that back.

When my son talks about his wife and baby girl
When my daughter talks about her job as a teacher
When my wife recounts our best moments

I am still me, I am still a person, I still feel emotion. So please don't forget about me. I may not show it, but I'm still here.