The Poet’s Dementia
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1 min readNov 21, 2017
I write as though I live in the now,
because that is all I know.
Words elude me and I,
can’t remember what I wrote.
Thoughts inside me,
trying to find the verse,
I wrote you when we met.
When I no longer know my name,
or what you meant to me,
Read the poems I wrote to you,
that are trapped inside me still…
Patsy, 2017
