It crept in like ivy and entered my soul
Settling like grey, deathly dust.
I barely recognise the beautiful eyes of my daughter
Sunken into her sad memory of me.
This causes lightness in my chest
Coupled with the pounding of blood it pains my heart
Which is still beating
Just.
We used to share such joy and happiness
Now we all cry alone.
My memory now lives apart from me.
I call upon it now and then to help me understand
The fundamental things I used to do
Like wash or touch my wedding band.
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