She says she'll never forget me,
that a mother always knows.
But I've seen her lose keys, wallets, and names in seconds
I know how this routine goes.
Will she remember me when she can't find her house?
Will she still know my name when the laughter fades?
Or will I slowly become a stranger, an almost familiar face -
a person, almost to be remembered if only she could lift the shades.
Forever is an awfully long time,
especially for the forgotten.
There was hope and dreams and sadness,
but the memories soften.
Everyday is unknown, every hour a puzzle
and every second a mystery.
What will happen next, how long does this last -
who can say how long forever can truly be.
This poem...just words, attempts to control my fear.
Rhymes and lines, dying to express how much I need you here.
Fear doesn't matter, the end is always coming, ever near.
What is most important is what I do with today
Right now, this second; this is the memory most clear.
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