Moment of Truth Dream
I sat at a coffee counter
between two friends.
I asked, “How bad is it?”
One started to speak,
the other,
trying to be discreet.
hushed her.
“It’s bad, then,” I said.
“Of all losses, losing your memory is the
worst.
We lost my dad a little bit each day.”
How do you prepare yourself for such a thing?
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