In Remembrance

A Poem by thenewsoul

you used to remember

In remembrance, you once told me you would always remember,
I was naive, truly, on that frigid day in December.

It began gradually,

Your forehead wrinkling, your mind scrambling,

For an ounce of familiarity.

Progression was inevitable; they deemed you unfit mentally.

You stomped and you sobbed while they told you it might be meant to be.

We sobbed as well when they told us the truth; asking us can't we see?

I don't want to believe.

It worsens rapidly.

Thoughts swarming yet wallowing, you complained emphatically

About how they couldn't keep you locked up in this prison, pratically.

Your anger consumed you, pondering your birthplace; magically

Was the only you could come back to us, tragically.

The capital of Italy, the currency; you admitted, forgoing your audacity.

Loss came abundant yet sporadically.

You mumbled now when we visited, barely coherent, shameful grammatically;

The English teacher, stammering; more than ever, you missed Natalie.

The end is near as they took your hand, your pupils swirling frantically.

We wept for you as you fought for us, handily.

A life well lived, peace to the man who endured catastrophe.

In remembrance, you once told me you would always remember,
I was naive, truly, on that frigid day in December.