The Long Goodbye
It started late last year,
You began forgetting things.
A word here,
an appointment there.
Nothing shouted,
you need to worry.
As the seasons changed,
so did you,
but it wasn't for the better.
Arguing with me
over stupid things,
that wasn't who you were.
Then one night after midnight,
you awoke so confused
and frightened.
You thought I was a stranger.
I didn't know what to do.
The next day I decided
we couldn't solve this alone.
We went off to your doctor,
seeking a plausible answer.
We talked to him.
He examined you.
The news was not good.
Dementia
was his answer.
We cried and wept.
Shook our fists
toward the heavens,
yelling,
"God,
why us?
This is so unfair!"
Some days it seems
as if all this
was some cruel nightmare.
But then the truth returns,
an unwelcome reminder
of what lies before us.
The long goodbye is hard.
Your body seems so strong,
yet this cruel fate
keeps robbing you
of who you are.
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