Dementia (draft 1)

Dementia

This is what frightens me
about growing old.

To forget the way the hair curled
against the back of your neck.
To lose the remembering of words like warmth
and laughter. To find that the colors of autumn
leaves at sunset on the Blue Ridge faded
from my memory.

But for it to happen to you;
that would be the worst death.

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