Amnesia Amnesty

Every-time I try and remember the bittersweet times of you and I.

It makes me cry and want to die.

Because I can't remember you're voice.

I can't remember your face.

I can't even remember your name because this dementia has a stranglehold on my brain.

I long for the recollection of memories which are supposed to be immortal and undying. Although I know you're not with me, I still know you're alive.

At least I hope you're alive. There are times when I remember the things you wore when on other people, I remember how you used to have your coffee.

But I can never remember anything of importance. Such as our wedding day, I have the picture but I don't recognize you or myself.

I still think about you every day, and how much I wish I could say... but these words fall short like my memory; this old age is killing me. GOD DAMN DEMENTIA. Why is my love away, and my days feel so long. The nurses are the only ones I talk to. My family may visit but I wouldn't even know their names, or who they are unless they told me and even then it would a brief recollection of memories which I'd quickly forget and have to ask again. They are understanding and caring, but once they leave, they're gone from my knowledge and existence. How I wish I had my memory. How I wish I could talk and not be a broken record. I wish that I had more time with my grandchildren. I wish I still had my ability to recall, for I have a bunch of photos of friends and family and times of travel, but I can't remember the places their names, or their faces... I can't remember anything... I can't remember.

(All friends and family enter the room)

Hi? My name's Timothy, can I help you?