Even if I walk down the thin gray road
of dementia, I will always recall
that I loved you.
Even you reading this now,
I might love you too, ambling
this hazy path.
I might remember kindnesses
we never got to do
for each other.
It takes the fading people like me
to say, right now, we don’t have
to make enemies of each other…
the gray will dissolve our differences
into a gradual peace.
J. Pratt-Walter
April 8, 2017
