Forgetting To Remember
For many, it's so very long
from May until December.
So never preface statements with,
"My dear -don't you remember?"
Blessed are those who don't forget
who and what they are.
Cursed are those who can't reflect
and are lost somewhere -afar.
And if you choose to query them
they probably won't recall,
The question you just asked them,
Or -who you are -at all.
Life's sweetest gift is memories
that remind us who we are.
Now locked away in some dark void
a remote -and burned out star.
And does a lost one contemplate
with thoughts, nobody hears?
Or is that other piece now gone
and will never reappear?
'O pity loved ones left to grieve
for someone still whose near.
With sight they see- yet cannot reach,
They're gone -but still, they're here.
They sit and wait for just one sign,
small sparks of recognition
of whom that loved one used to be,
now lost in dark perdition.
That mind that once was filled with love
Is gone - will never be the same.
And those who love the lost one wait
For only waiting can remain.
Waiting-waiting for some flicker,
That remembering is not done.
Hope that loved one is not lost forever,
Yet knowing -that damn disease has won.
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