Alzheimer's

August 7, 2009

I'm addicted to the way you keep remembering me

I try to make it so I'm not easily forgotten

But the thread is torn from their fingers

There you seem to linger

On a memory of me

I recall the old times when you were just a figment

My ever expanding imagination loved to play

Now you can stay

In my thoughts awhile longer

Before, I was ignorant of my own heart's beat

Weaving through the masses like a termite in wood

Hoping that you could

Call me by name

Still, I never seem to be enough for anyone

Every memory of me leaves when I depart

That's when I start

To forget their faces too

I'm addicted to the way you keep forgetting me

(And I keep forgetting you)