And the time keeps rolling by without a change
(This is for my dad he has Alzhemiers and Parkinsons) I wrote this seeing through my moms eyes..KD
What do you do when yesterday stays the same and you no longer share that space
When the music plays and you don’t hear the sound
When he dances with another and your face causes him pain as he may glimpse a time best not talked about
When everything today is yesterday and the memories stuck in the same
He dances to his own music a sound that he alone seems to hear
And at times sheds a tear as a question on his face appears
You wonder does he remember the life that you once shared
If you could only dance to his music the sound locked in his mind the music that brings him such joy
But, you watch from the corner as he smiles to another and they dance as though they have a lifetime but have just met
They share a secret world that wipes away the past and they live for today in their dance
What do you do when memory is wiped away and you must accept this living loss?
Can you let go and move on with your life, questions crowd your heart and mind
How can you dance to a tune you don’t hear and live with someone who no longer knows you are there?
Do you watch the dance one last time and bid your farewell to a love that no longer cares
What do you do when yesterday stays the same and you no longer share that space.
You walk away from the ballet taking place and the new love between the pair..
Fleetingly his eyes glance at you and empty eyes smile to you the stranger
He dances with his new romance for new memories of them to share.
They have forgotten their yesterday and their today just a song away.
But, you watch from the corner as he smiles to another and they dance as though they have a lifetime but have just met
They share a secret world that wipes away the past and they live for today in their dance
What do you do when memory is wiped away and you must accept this living loss?
You shed your own tears and sorrows for yesterday as you relinquish your past for today
You will always have a love affair with the memory of one who dances and the sadness for the disease that took him away
What do you do when memory is wiped away and you must accept this living loss?
When everything today is yesterday and the memories are stuck in the same you must also learn a new dance.