My list is long today.
But the voice says sleep --
Don't make the bed --
My mind falls to empty thought --
Is this dementia?
Will my mind curl up
and sleep to death?
Will I follow my mother into the depths
of lost thought and fabricated reality?
Will I know my husband
when I see him again?
Will I even find him?
The depression lulls me back into myself
dulling the memory of lost tomorrows,
nine years ago.