I was always on time as a child,
I’d rarely miss a thing,
Never forgot a name or face,
Not a time nor a place,
And what place and times aligned the day I met my wife,
we met at a friends party of some sort when we were…14…15?….anyway we were young
and the love gradually accrued as it does,
it is and was the best thing to ever happen to me in life,
Two kids and a cat..no no ha…a dog….and…and three kids,
we’d always umm……we’d always do something on a mm…mmm..on a saturday,
tell a lie, it was sunday..
and uhh….where was I…
yes…it was christmas day and I know it’s cheesey but…we sang..for the first time,
I can always sing a song…even still,
hope is always so cruel when things begin to fade…
the day I died…
when I forgot my wifes name that was the day I died,
Margret, mary? Martha?
Looking dead in her eyes as I searched for the name I had often held so dearly between my lips,
not even my mind will let me reside inside it,
how dare I ask of my family to….to…to.
I can’t…I can’t remember why I feel my emotions,
we’d…we’d always go for walks on saturday…or was it sunday..