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Alzheimer's Relections

You, at mind’s edge
looking at me from memory’s pool
asking who am I


Do you remember
we were three
perhaps even more than three
so, if we were more reflections
who could they be?


My hair stands on edge
at the thought of you
not telling me who we were


and who we could be
Once there were three of them
and now we’re two
who and you


You and who
at mind’s edge
telling me whoa
I might be


I’m frightened
soon there’ll only be you
just a reflection
at mind’s edge

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