A Memory Not Forgotten
It’s like talking to an infant
No response, not even an expression
They stare at you, but they can’t see you
It takes everything they know, but slow
They see what you say, it hangs in the air
Before it’s heard it disintegrates on a prayer
Locked in a body devoid of memory
Peering through eyes bright with night
A friend you know
A husband you knew, or a wife too
They are here now, yet they are not
Loved ones, they are loved
Always loved and never forgotten
Even when they’ve gone
Even then...
Jan 2014
Copyright © Mark Trichet | Year Posted 2014
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