The disappearing is gentle, at first

A forgotten name, a missed appointment

Then a trickle of problems with focus

But the core, the essence holds true.

The erosion feeds on itself, cutting away

Remembered passwords and directions

And backfilling with panic and fear

But the love, the caring stays firm

Sentences are filled with silences

Echoing with the lost names of things

Days are squandered on little things done badly

But the intentions, if anything, are purer.

We live for now, for we know

That tomorrow will be less

And tomorrows will be fewer

But hold each other more tightly.