It slips in quietly
a squater
a thief
starts taking words
then ideas
then dreams
finds the safe
where the treasures
are kept
then slowly prizes open
the memory chests
first it takes the whys
then the whens
then the hows
there is no before
there is only now
the places
the faces
the firsts
and the lasts
the joys
the loves
their life
their past
this nasty thief
a residivist offender
this is the way
of the demon
dementia
Wendy Bremner
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