My Dementia Diary 83 – Hold On

hold on

hold on while her hand
is still soft
still warm
still pulsing with
the memories of golden times

hold on

hold on to the fragments
the scant threads of hope
that somehow the disease
the unseen darkness tearing her away
will disappear

hold on

to the magic of her smile
to the joy of her laughter
to her fingers caressing my face
to the thrill of her scent in my soul

hold on
to the words she whispers in my ear

hola amor

hold her close on that seaside bench
as waves lap gently at our feet
and there is only now and us and love

forever

hear the call
a lonely train
bound for another world

hold on

it will not stop here today

tio stib

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