Working with forgetfulness.

As a Night Falls

I can only imagine what it’s like

when the darkness descends

on my favorite pieces of what I know,

to be this world.  My world.

 

As I become aware that I know her

but not her name and

she is dear to me.

 

As I come into a consciousness

of bright light and someone

is bathing me,

I hear a familiar voice.

 

He is talking about me

and he is wrong

and I cannot respond.

 

It is a kindness to myself

to take a deep breath

and let the envelope that looks like unconsciousness,

wrap its warm arms around me,

and hold me in balance

until the time arrives

for my bus to come

and for me

to go home.

 

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