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Nov15
Welcome to Alzheimers
Gitano73
I had a close encounter with myself in 30 years
Fairly ugly I must say…
I saw myself without words to use
The words I use with so much ease
My father couldn't remember them to save his life
I'll get to that stage
it's really a question of time
His lips were dry
I've cleaned his lips
His lips were dry
of words and his eyes filled with a feeling of..
"why the fuck I can't……."
He looks at his memories
I look at mine
He doesn't talk much
Neither do I
He looks at me the same way that he looks unto oblivion
and I tend to do the same..
so much alike…so further apart
and I love him.