Stolen Memories

Yesterday was a good day.
She held my hand, called me by name.
We walked through a park she remembered she had first brought me to when we met.
We kissed and she recognized the taste of my lips
We talked about our five boys and grandchildren.
We reminisced about old times, our jobs and how proud she was of her BA degree.
We laughed about the silly things that we once took so serious.
And cried about our loved ones who had gone on before us.
That day we made a memory we hadn't been able to make in a while.

Later that night we fell asleep exhausted from the days events.
Our slumber was interrupted as a thief entered our home.
He was quiet, sneaky and dangerous.
I didn't turn on the light and couldn't see his face.
I didn't need to, I knew exactly who the thief was when my wife woke me up, looked at me and said, " Who are you?"

I said, " I'm Glenn your husband."