Watching Names Disappear
Disease fills my father’s mouth with clouds,
thickening the words on his tongue,
memories incarcerated in a fog
that stitches time into shapes
only he can see.
Uncertainty blooms like a stain
at the back of his eye.
I hold his frustration,
a turbulent star in my hand,
as he struggles to remember who I am.
My name catches in his throat,
hesitates on the edges of his teeth,
fades on his lips,
I thought my heart would break
the first time he forgot my name,
but his eyes filled with the light
of a language all his own
as he smiled and caresed my cheek,
“I know you,
my favorite friend”.