The fading of you

your old habits drape from my window eyes

I used to smell your scent on your safe sofa

but had to let it go after holding it for too long

your stardust went back into the Universe

and I am left with the memories that I struggle to relive

because they are too fragile to visit

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those nicotine fingers clutching a rizla

the shoulder shrug and lopsided smile

the fading mind and potential fire

empty paper and potpourri mishap

and the ghost in the tree that haunted you

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your fascination with the blackbirds that crowded the roof

I never heard you sing, until you forgot who you were

and then you forgot who we were and went silent..

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(I wrote this in memory of my father who died from dementia.  The pictures in the video are of him)