Ringed with joyous creatures, pets encircle, adding sepia tones of memory. Falling droplets bejewel me as I seek my freedom. Am I able to move about my life? A strange hunger engulfs me, as aging slowly compresses my mind. Dementia slowly sucks the me from us, and the I of us slowly ebbs away. Am I free at last to say goodbye? No one knows, or is any the wiser.
The Me of Ua
Memory thins; love keeps speaking the language of us.
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