Disappearing, a poem
You are right here in front of me.
But you are disappearing;
You call it living in a fog,
I cannot stop my eyes from tearing.
At first it was just little things....
But soon so much anger, so much blame;
All our memories gone into the blur,
Just fear and uncertainty remain.
I watch you slowly slip away,
Try so hard to pull you back,
But you are slipping away day by day,
And I just want you back.
So I'll keep you close and hold you tight,
Until that awful day,
When you can no longer remember me,
And we both just fade away...
This is our story.
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