Distance is such a terrible thing.
I hear pain in a loved ones voice.
Fear of the unknown
Their spouse suffers dementia.
The history of ones mind
Disappearing slowly,
As a sweet disappears in your mouth.
Bit by bit, dissolving.
As history leaves,
Character leaves.
All dated in time.
Slowly becoming a stranger
To spouse, family, friends.
Random thoughts speaking pain.
A different person inhabits the mind
Slowly, so very slowly
The past leaving.
Like pixels failing on a screen
Darkness slowly overcoming
The light that was there fading
Making death slow,
Trickling to oblivion
Then slowly to nothing.


Dan Gray
2016