Poetry
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where the tide forgets one evening
Chloe Lui
where the tide forgets one evening
(a tribute to those with alzheimer's disease)
you didn't know me yesterday
you won't know me tomorrow.
a wave crashing on the shore
like glass silk folding at the ankle,
at once ephemeral and eternal
in this forgetful world
that will soon no longer be.
a hush of things we used to know,
a silence rippling silver-thin,
reflected distortions of wavering shapes.
standing here with this memory
drifting in and out,
i search your eyes for a remembrance,
and in them i see a quiet tide
of vanished summers, old and soft,
of laughter woven between breaths of
unspoken whispers
that slipped between these tongues
in dissolving syllables.
however blurred, however uncertain
in this stillness
between collapse and draw,
your eyes hold me,
almost breaking the surface,
but the wave swallows itself
before the meaning can settle,
before we remember
what it meant to hold,
a seam of light
unraveling, then folding,
and you are elsewhere again,
adrift in the haze of salt and dusk.
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