Her Memory Fades

I have become her memory.

Hers fades like a beautiful sunset

On a cool fall evening

But there is no beauty 

In watching her weep tears

As she fails to remember the 

Simplest tasks,

I remind her to complete.

I have become her memory,

Her mind is clouded, consumed

By both past and present, 

Swirling and blending like colors 

In Van Gogh’s Starry Night.

I have become her memory,

Because time slips past her.

It is no longer relevant.

Her mind, a scratched record 

Skipping and repeating 

the same old song.

Helpless, I watch as

She becomes a child again

While I become a memory.