Curse of Alzheimer's

The details are slipping through my fingers,  
Emptiness is all that lasts, 
But why this hopelessness, 
Connected to the confounding memory of my past?  

Was it a tragedy? 
Or was I pleasantly surprised? 
The details are since lost to me, 
Yet they left me fragmented. 

Collecting every shattered piece, 
I tried to solve this puzzle in my head, 
However, Missing shards of the story, 
I was left helpless as my wounds bled.

And though I still try to fill in the blanks, 
The gaps that obscure my vision, 
I have become accustomed to facing failure, 
Accepting oblivion as my constant companion.