ALZHEIMER'S

Sitting alone
With all the other well known strangers,
The old man reaches back 
Into his thoughts 
To try and capture Verity,
That elusive firefly, 
Who at the slightest touch, 
Flitters away
With the only spark in unending obscurity.

At the tips of his fingers,
She stays just out of reach 
With his recent past.
Long ago he held her, 
And the brilliant glow illuminated his cognition, 
But now 
He grabs aimlessly
For what used to be 
His life.


KLake