For Nezka,

Your memories are black
Fading faster than any of us knew
Faces blending into one another
My name is not my own
Do you remember me at all?

Your memories blacken
Time spills through your fingers
Life is an unorganized mess
How old are you?
Do you remember your husband?
Can you remember your children?
Is your memory of me alive or buried beneath the confusion and pain?

Your memories are black
As if they never were
Confusing and frightening
We stand behind you

Which hurts more, forgetting a child or being forgotten?


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