Pillow-Talk -- 20 February 2015

Death sure is lively pillow-talk
Nose to nose under the covers
Whispering words of comfort and reassurance
Anything to make us feel bigger than we are
That our attempts at living aren't the futile efforts
Of an insignificant and dying species
Cold feet sparking the need to be even closer
Sharing heat in any way we can
Nothing is ever certain
I don't think we'll ever meet again
In this life or the next
Or any place in between
It is merely enough that I met you once
That we found each other in such a busy world
The universe is vast and open and explosively silent
We know so much and yet so little
The chances of meeting were so slim
And yet I saw you and you saw me
It was wonderful and joyous and warm
Like chasing fireflies in July

Alzheimer's - 13 June 2013

The worst part about getting older isn’t the wrinkles

Or the sagging skin

Or the creaky knees

Or the funny old people smell.

And if I learned one thing,

It's that watching those you love slowly disintegrate

In front of your very eyes

Kills you so much faster than time itself does.

He's dying one memory at a time.

And I’m terrified for the moment when my face

Isn’t one he recognizes anymore.

The worst part about getting older is knowing that my worst fear is inevitable.