I repeat, “I can’t remember, I can’t remember.”
No matter how often I repeat that refrain,
she answers, patiently, without anger.
The fact is, though, I am sad because
she knows I really can’t remember.
It is sad because no matter how hard I try,
I really can’t remember. I’m afraid
I am following my grandmother’s lead,
suffering from dementia. I lay in my
bed at night and try to remember the day
I have just lived. I can’t remember it;
I am sad. I don’t want to ask my lover
to repeat it to me again. I am sad.


One thought on “I am Sad
  1. It’s a real confidence killer, isn’t it? I used to remember everything. Now I am starting to look over to my wife to see if I have got it right.

I Love Your Comments! I hope you'll keep them coming!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s