Now

Now, while I can still remember
us, our home and how we were,
how we met and loved together
fifty years; how yet you stir
waves of passion any youngster
half our age would envy. Now,
while you’re lying close beside me
reminiscing, this I vow:

As dementia washes over
memories and leaves me caught
in its long relentless battle
for one thread of conscious thought,
know my beating heart remembers
everything my mind forgot.