Absent
We promised to link our time eternal,
and yet, in a flash, he became drained
by some incurable strain of memory loss;
forgetting the warm love that knitted our arms…
I cringe; dear life ,sanctify us from harm I pray
his eyes reaching out, though living in another realm
and this varnished portrait I now hold with tears
cannot fade, cannot erase his smile bursting my veins.
Here, in a room with cinders as coffee tunes,
my flesh, thin flesh grows hungry, a bit angry
about his world unknown to him and me : a jungle tested
by stillness or steel… he remembers nothing
of moments brewed in simple joys and discoveries,
our bodies once locked on subways and parks,
tongues livid with laughter popping shrieks
darting on tall trees,giggling, giggling. i freeze...
My black coffee freezes at the damn thought
of other human arms embracing tight, not alone.
I cling to my beloved, wishing I could give
half of my mind to fill a space of his dementia.
I close the door gazing at him, chair-bound…
I am absent today.
PD's Best Love Poem #3
~ about Alzheimer's Disease
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2013
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