She sits and stares  At space and I wonder  Where her train of thoughts takes her now? She then smiles absentmindedly at me What fragment of a well-worn life Passes her broken mind? I ask myself.

She asks my name I tell her patiently She has already forgotten  That it has been told, just a while before. She reaches out with trembling hands I clasp hers and steady Her hand in mine.

Oh, Alzheimer! You stole this sweet woman! I shudder as I watch her face Turn blank again and as she whimpers soft Lost in her fractured memory My tears begin to fall Uninvited.

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