There came a day, where I had to let go.
I didn't want to, for I loved him so.
He was older then me, though not by much.
It's been fifty years since we first met.
And I will never forget, I go to visit everyday.
Even though he doesn't remember me.
He says it's quite nice of me.
To come visit him all these days.
Because he doesn't even know my name.
One day as I was going through our files.
I came across a large manila envelope.
It was sealed, though it had my name.
As I opened it, memories came falling out.
Every card, love letter I ever sent to him.
As I went to visit him the next day.
I took the pictures hoping he might remember.
I showed him a picture of us when we first met.
It was a picture of me with my arms wrapped
around his neck.
As he pointed to the girl in the picture.
He said, Oh, I remember she loved me.
Though he did not remember it was me.
That's ok, I'll stay with him anyway.
9/ 12/ 2012,,,,, I watched a six minute segment on the evening news about Alzheimer. she really did say " I'll stay with him anyway, I say more power to her.