The Cruellest of
all Diseases
I cannot ask you to
help me remember
I cannot ask you to
understand
There are times when
I do not know you
Even when you hold my
hand
I am locked in my
little bubble
And though at times
there is some memory
I will never be the
one you love so
For now you are you –
and I am me
Ann Redburn
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