Your long hair streaked with white
Sun shimmering it to silvers
Once soft slender hands now withered
Yet when you smile,
Years passed come running back.
I hold your hand
Promising to never let go.
Your daughter's eyes glistened
When you called her 'mom'.
Moments slowly ebbing out of your mind's reach
When did it start slipping away?

The moon falling on your soft skin
As the water played the rhythm
Lying in my arms,
naming constellations,
You said
"Into the stars we melt"
I smiled and stroked your hair
But darling,
You don't remember
Not even the feel of my name on your lips
Your wrinkled hands still fit into mine
So perfectly
The dark circles holding up your eyes
Fireflies
Glowing within them
Struggling to grasp,
the remaining shards of fading tales
Almost completely forgotten;
Clinging to the dying memories.