What Happens Now

What happens now,
when you know me not?
You asked me once,
then asked again,
"Who are you?"

You did that,
for most of the day,
until dinner time,
you said, "I know you".

How confusing
it must be
for you,
my sweet one.

I am trying to
allow you to adjust
to your environment
in memory care.
I miss you,
yet know I must
make this move.

It hurts.
Fortunately, you
won't remember.
I love you.