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.