The days went by as if in slow motion.
All I could think about was her face and the way it looked when she saw me.
She looked like a small frightened child even at the age of 27.
The love of my life walked out the door so long ago.
But it's not that big of a problem for me.
Half the time I don't remember anything anyway and the other half that I remember I soon forget once the "stuff" kicks in.
And yet even after the "stuff" kicks in, her face still plagues me and I can't seem to get the image out of my mind.
Sitting in the yard one day I suddenly feel a tap on my shoulder and look up to see the nurse.
She says to me, "Dear, you have a visitor."
That's odd. I don't ever receive visitors...or do I?
The nurse steps aside to reveal a beautiful woman who looks like she's in her mid to late thirties.
"Hello.,"she says to me.
"Umm hello? Do I know you?" I say back sounding ruder than I meant to.
"You don't remember me?" she asks.
Then the nurse cuts in with, "He probably won't remember you because they have him on a lot of medication."
"Oh I see," the beautiful woman says.
With that she turns and walks away.
I'm sitting in awe because I feel as if I know her although I can't place her.
The way her hips sway as she walks, her deep blue eyes, the auburn locks that keep falling on her face...
She feels familiar and yet I cannot place her.
Maybe tomorrow I'll remember.