He hears "When Tomorrow Comes"
and thinks he knows
something about tomorrow
and he thinks this
every ten minutes or so,
yet each time it is
a new thought tied
to a vague memory.
He still recalls my name
most of the time, though
with ever greater struggle.
I know that soon
I too will slip
into his mind's shadow.
Methinks he remembers your love, dearest.
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