DEMENTIA

Jabbering incomprehensible
Thoughts
Hoping the melodious ensemble
Somehow
Flows into yesterday's memory
He waits.
Traffic breathes slowly into the
Night
Methodically keeping pace into
8 am deadlines
While unheard mentions drip
Drip drop.
Scattered dreams lost among
Reality
Gives pause to a lonely man's
Soul.
He looks to the world with eyes
Clouded
Waiting to hear her voice sing
A lullaby.
Hands worn and rough hold a
Picture
Edges torn and color faded
To gray.
He doesn't know the face he
Sees
So he it draws it closer to feel
The love
His soul will not forget.