He saw it coming
couldn't stop it
it had no reason to be here
but there it was
the horror story
that intruded every day
destroying brain synapses
creating memory lapses
and replacing them with
uncertainty and fear
Over time it soon commanded
more and more each day
no defense from its demands
or its unrelenting progress
no mercy or reprieve
for the time of good invested
just a smashing of the mold
leaving misery untold
and consequences
no one understands
To live alone is one thing
might even be a choice
but to spend a life with someone
and then watch them disappear
is an agony from hell
so undeserved
the erosion of foundation
lacking any explanation
robbing both of all the things
yet to be done
In the end there is no winner
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PoetryA series of poems and prose around caring for my best friend and wife.
