Before I forget – a poem

My memory shred,
the feeling that I dread.
Before I forget,
I had a piece of candy up my nose on my anniversary.
Before I forget,
arguments at parties, the place the church stood.
Before I forget,
and later everything has a new name.
Before I forget,
all the numbers and facts.
And the birthday of my father,
the death of my mother
I all forget.
I am not really alive,
yes I forget entirely.
This husk from a body,
does seem to dream only anymore.

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