Poem: Dementia

A very touching piece.

c'est la vie

Thousands of fractured pieces
Floating on the surface of
Memory.

Thousands of cells tangled
Sharing the space between
Times.

Hopes and dreams shared
Floating like the leaves in the
Wind.

It is always windy after an episode.

Thousands of faces still
Haunt the darkened corners of
Memory.

Lost is the memory, lost.

In the distance there is still a face
A familiar face
With a smile
Can’t make the name
Can’t remember the letters
The letters
Yes
She wrote.
He wrote
They wrote
Yes
Keep writing.

Thousands of fractured pieces
Floating on the surface and
Drown.

May 22, 2016

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