It’s started. Yes. I know I could be wrong.
I hope I am. But this time I’m afraid
I’m right and there is nothing I can do
but watch the dissolution, death in life,
the slowly creeping emptiness within.
There’s simply, “I forgot.” We all forget
but there’s forgetting and forgetting all,
forgetting everything that makes us us.
A name is lost? It doesn’t matter if
the name belongs to someone from your past.
But what if it’s your daughter’s name or if
you can’t remember who your husband is?
Forget your phone at home or where you put
your keys? It doesn’t matter. Everyone’s
forgetful now and then. It doesn’t mean
there’s any cause to worry. After all,
you found them where you left them didn’t you?
When we were fighting cancer there was hope.
The diagnosis didn’t mean you’d die.
There was a chance, a hope that you’d be cured.
But where’s the hope that there’s a cure for this.