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Poem on Alzheimers ©

Forgetting

Tongue translated,

Tongue translated, her eye's evocations,

Tongue translated, her eye's evocations, and i saw the world,

Tongue translated, her eye's evocations, and I saw the world, age,

Tongue translated, her eye's evocations, and I saw the world, age, through her voice.

The echos, that took years to build,

The echos, that took years to build, now had no medium to ricochet:

The echos, that took years to build, now had no medium to ricochet: The welcoming smile,

The echos, that took years to build, now had no medium to ricochet: The welcoming smile, now in own self-doubt,

The echos, that took years to build, now had no medium to ricochet: The welcoming smile, now in own self-doubt, as I play with the question,

The echos, that took years to build, now had no medium to ricochet: The welcoming smile, now in own self-doubt, as I play with the question, 'do you remember me?'

I held my love and she,

I held my love and she, a stranger,

I held my love and she, a stranger, naught, to fill the fissures.

I held my love and she, a stranger, naught, to fill the fissures. Oft' we value, when things slip;

I held my love and she, a stranger, naught, to fill the fissures. Oft' we value, when things slip; there is no such thing as squandering time,

I held my love and she, a stranger, naught, to fill the fissures. Oft' we value, when things slip; there is no such thing as squandering time, as I saw her feasting on omissions;

and I realised,

and I realised, how precious was a pendulum's swing.

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