Dementia

One day

photos won't be enough

to trigger a mem'ry

a moment

a feeling;

One day,

the stories photos tell,

will be unremembered

forgotten

gone, effaced;

One day,

photos won't be enough

to confirm we have loved

that we laughed

and we lived.

One day,

before the photos fade

the edges turn yellow

and curl

and crack,

our eyes,

our minds, will dim and wane

we will wander the halls

of remembrance

blindly.

One day,

you won't recognize me

in a photo or here,

at your side,

holding hands;

One day,

before the world goes black

and death takes our last breath

photos won't

be enough.