I don’t know what to do.
You turn and walk away.
You can’t face this reality,
and all I can do is pray.

So I beg you to listen, to work with me—
but you push me away.
You can’t face this inevitability;
you just turn and walk away.

My heart is gray like a foggy mist,
because one day I realize
you will no longer be there—
though I may still touch your face.

And all I’ll see is an empty stare
looking back at me.

You can’t understand, can’t realize
just how deeply I care.
I love you so deeply,
and I will always be there.

To care for your scarred, worn body,
to caress your familiar face—
the man I will love always,
my husband with the empty stare.

You are here, yet you are gone,
never quite returning.
You are now a man with an empty mind,
an empty stare, an empty face.

And still… I will love you always,
my man with an empty face.