Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Strangers To Me

I wake up and I look around.

There's a stranger with me in bed.

Much confusion and some fear pound

Increasingly within my head.

I ask the stranger lying there,

Who is she and where is my wife?

The stranger's weeping, I'm aware,

Causing me feelings of more strife.

The stranger then makes a phone call,

Leaving the room and me alone.

Some time later, more strangers all

Surround me for purpose unknown.

I hear them talking about me.

In dementia, they say I be.