It’s been a long summer
and now the days seem to go faster
your memory fades as fast
By September
the doctor says I should stop trying
to remind you
remind you of me, us, what we were
says it’ll lead to a fracture, and make it harder for you
On a hot day in June
Well everyday is hot in June;
My heart lifted out of my chest
for the first time since you were diagnosed
The doctor said you were making progress
And you would likely remember me
I rushed over,
Elated… “Tafiu?”
“Who are you?” You replied.