Alzheimer’s

A vacant smile,

Detached,

in a hospital bed

With wires all around,

A stranger in his own head.

Everywhere, space;

Eyes move,

Confused,

Everywhere, an unfamiliar face.

At least he looks happy,

Like he is remembering;

Something, anything.

“Daniel, where is my son?”

I’m right here, dad.

“He can’t visit today”

“He’s a busy boy.”

“He is, but he still loves you.”

“I hope die soon, Daniel.”

I hope so too.

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