Presumptions

“He has no insight” I hear them say

 as they begin to peel my rights away

 first it’s my home and then it’s my care

 from who I see to what I can wear

 I’m not supposed to like kisses,

the Judge says I don’t have capacity,

but deep inside I am yearning with

that same 30 year old tenacity,

“He wouldn’t understand”

“It would only make him distressed”

I hear them whisper to each other

As my Wife’s passing they haven’t confessed

I’m left in a cloud of unknowing,

Confused as to where she has gone

But not to worry I suppose

For I overheard this morning

To this world I “will not be long”