I remember,  I used to remember

Memories play tricks on my aging mind

I make plans for April in December

Still forget if there’s no one to remind.

My lengthy to-do list I cannot find

Now I write with a pencil, not a pen

It is easier on my confused mind

If some sad day I forget you, what then?

One day my memories will fade away

You will know me but I won’t have a clue

I won’t recognise you, but will you stay?

Stick the shattered shards of my mind with glue?

One fine day I might wake up and see you

Will it ease the pain and make you smile too?

-Sulekha