In hushed conversations
Heard rumors
Questions about your memory
Medicines and therapies adopted
To slow the process down
You and I talked
Actually more than we had in years
Talked about memories
Our memories, family memories
Honestly my memory has also lost its zest
Have had other close friends awash in this vacuum
That seemingly erodes
‘How precious memory is’ you repeat to me
Asking me to send pictures, stories I remember
That might light the embers of what is receding relentlessly
This void I’ve seen in others
The bewilderment in their eyes
As if their very existence is being erased
We cling to each other now
Still so calm you are
As always you have been
Starting my search for old pictures of us
To retell our story that we might talk again
When you see my name on
Caller id
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