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So many days
I think of you,
having no memory,
everything is new.

I asked my friend,
"How are you doing?"
She looked at me,
and said, "Fine."
as she walked away.
When a woman says fine,
she isn't. Stay out of reach
and ask no questions, if
you value your physical well being.

It doesn't matter,
if no one will care.
I understand and
this I will share.

Where do you go?
What do you see,
when you go into
your lost memory,
where the "Sundown effect",
becomes you own reality.

As you brush your teeth,
reminding you to use the toothpaste.
Helping you wash your sweet face,
then you say, "What's next?"
I hand you the towel,
thinking of you.
I let out a small sigh
as a bit of moisture,
leaks from my eye.

She tripped on the stairway of life.
A most wonderful person, who's my wife.
It doesn't matter when Dementia strikes
for the timing is never known to you.
It matters not, if you are prepared
for your health to go South.

I feel as if my soul,
inside this shell of a man,
is being pulled from my being
and will be my life's end.

A recollection
from a long ago time,
living in Riverton Heights.
Riding our bicycles,
on Hiway 99
to Angle Lake,
for an afternoon swim.
Pedaling past Bow Lake,
more of a pond,
there wasn't an
airport, not on that day.
If you go to the Hilton,
go to the back,
Bow Lake is there
and that is a fact.

I've travelled the World over,
always hoping to be,
locked in your arms,
and alone with thee.

When a large mass
is also a morass,
does it mean,
we are breaking apart:
How else your disdain,
over the rockiest path,
has torn a hole in my heart.
What else can I do,
when caring for those,
who come here, in part?
Who is to say, on this day
or even next week,
when you weren't here at the start.

I don't want it to be over.
I don't wish it to end,
for most of my life,
she was my very best friend.

Where has the time gone?
Where did it go?
One moment we're kids,
with no place to go.
Now looking back,
in a reflective way,
what once was morning,
is now the end of the day.
Soon all of the darkness
will descend on we.
Good Lord I am hungry,
what is happening to me?