I Died a Little Inside
I died a little inside when your mind faded away;
feeling completely useless, I sometimes broke down and cried,
my tongue numb; I failed to find encouraging words to say.
I died a little inside.
I recall when you proposed asking me to be your bride
and how I said yes on that phantasmagorical day,
but Alzheimer's erased that past; now, memories collide.
For a moment, you couldn't remember my name yesterday,
and ashamedly, I wanted to run away and hide
when you asked me why I would want to visit you this way.
I died a little inside.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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