Early Onset Dementia
Each day a new memory is lost.
As if reality is a series of nothingness.
So that things that just happened-
Can be undone.
It feels like the past can be shifted by a whisper.
The voices tell me it’s dangerous to remember…
I can feel some pain that I can’t remember…
It is as if there is some kind of crisis that I forgot about…
But each new day, there is a chance to undo.
Which is refreshing.
Even as my family waves goodbye.
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