she forgot what she was
talking
about.
or that she left the stove
on,
or the door open.
she'd ask you the same
question
over and over again
in a ten minute phone call.
she couldn't remember
what she had
for lunch.
or where she was born.
her life was slipping
through her fingers,
like sand through an
hourglass, one memory
at a time, until
almost all of them
were gone.
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