Alzheimer's Ballroom

Do you remember how that song sounded
Before the record was scratched and skipping?
Now, it seems like the notes are surrounded
By fuzzy white noise and constant clipping.
The melody dances out of focus…
The orchestra dissolves in the speakers…
But… do you remember the two of us
Waltzing? My memory must be weaker…
I can recollect how I felt back then,
But the music… is fading. You… are fading.
Ev'rytime I enter that fog again,
I'm closer to forever evading
What I've lost in all the things that I've found.
I don't remember how that song should sound.

poem by Tim Stensloff
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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