Gone are the fresh colors
Washed with the waters of time
only feeble memories keep coming back
Reminding me faintly
All that was once mine
They say I have something called Alzheimer
I have no clue
They keep showing me a wedding picture
Of me with a man
And claim him to be you
Were you my beloved?
Did we have kids?
Did we make love under the sun?
Or did we frequently kiss?
Parched with time and age
Memories deny to return
If you were truly my beloved
Come and hold my dying hand
For I know not if I’ll embrace tomorrows
And my heart wishes to see my man
And I want to feel again how it felt
Whenever we held each other’s hands.
Maybe then I will remember
Your voice echoing my name
Spoken and forgotten thanks and apologies
We will exchange
Once again.
