Dementia looms,
intimate acquaintances
now eerie strangers.
The fog encroaches,
dissolving the terrain,
and turning distant landmarks
into vague, shadowy blobs.
The air is chilled,
and my exhalations mingle
with the enclosing mist.
"I remember now!"
I whisper hoarsely,
then moments later
forgetting my recollection.
I rub my bare forearms
and pace along
an ever-shrinking circle.
My teeth chatter,
and here I kneel,
then crumple,
hugging the ground
as it vanishes.
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