Wondering where love hides itself over the year, looking
for it's wonder and exhilaration everywhere, but it's
never found again.
Living in a void of self-reflection, nothing coming from
outside of it's truth and honesty, centered in depths of
my being only.
Trying to remember the feelings that love used to touch
me so exquisitely with both day and night, memories not
able to recapture the youth of our love anymore.
Your mind no longer remembers why we even came to be,
years have passed, love has disappeared along with the
person you used to be before dementia tackled and took
you from me forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem