Fading Recollection

We sit, you stare at me but see nobody
What a beautiful girl, who are you, dear?
I crack a broken smile: “It’s me, sweet grandma.
You blink bewildered, your thoughts unclear

The clock keeps on ticking, never once tiring
You feel lost, nothing belongs, all pass from sight
Your jigsaw mind slips into oblivion, out of reach
But your body remains, like a star’s lingering light

In the end, circled by flesh and blood of your own
They’ll be all strangers, you forever utterly alone

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