He looks at me, smiles and says hello,

I am someone he knows he should know,

But who I am to him he can’t remember,

This disease won’t let him surrender.

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People live through horrific things,

He continuously relives these sins,

What is really real and what is not?

Everything that was will be forgot.

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He’ll talk about people as they sit next to him,

The chances of him recognising them are slim.

Large portions he can’t remember of his life:

From events, to people, to the death of his wife.

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He gets confused and then annoyed by it,

But it’s the disease that’s taking every last bit,

And he won’t die from injuries or a kind of clot,

It’ll be from all the things that he’s just forgot.

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The disease is nicknamed the long goodbye,

How it is caused, people don’t know why,

But, as you watch the person deteriorate,

It’s a kind of pain that can’t translate.