The Home

Echoes of the woman's tea-leaf warnings bounce in my head... I stare at the spilled apple sauce all over my bed... I watch the flickering TV in the convalescent home... My pharmacy number is in my phone... I dream in German but can't utter a word... My memories blurred... My speech slurred... Remember when we were blissful and unwed? Why did you leave? Was it something I said? My mind is not what it used to be... I'm a rotting shell of stupidity...