Dementia
Colours upon colours,
Different shades of blistering hope,
My juggled memories fail.
You're here and then you're not.
My sanity is questioned...
Then, i remember, i was always alone
But then I'm not,
Or so says the doctor
I am drunk on some memories of you, imperfect.
My shadow strikes a conversation,
With tears in my eyes, and both hands on my head, I smile...
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