The Ghost of Alzheimer's

He is no longer himself

a ghostly apparition

who walks the halls

confined by doors

disconnected by the passage of time.


Moments of clarity

grow more sparse

as connections fray

circuits blink away

and signals fade.


His world, my world

our worlds

destabilize, float

now unmoored, on course

toward an unknown

ending.


A pendulum in motion

swings to and fro

counting the minutes,

the hours until finally

time runs down, the motion

of the clock stills itself, and

the last chime sounds.

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