When I Am With You

When I am with you
it is then I see,
the damage done by
your loss of memory.
No recalling our life before.
No memory of where we lived,
gone are names of friends of ours.

Drove by the first house we owned;
No recognition, is what you said,
for most your memories are dead.
Driving to places, we've seen before,
as I attempt to pull memory out,
it's not working, there is no doubt.
I'll keep trying, that is for sure
or my sanity may not endure.