Last week’s Tale Weaver’s prompt was to use the code pictured below, in telling a story. Thanks to Michael from MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting.
Your garbled words, they don’t make sense,
They were the last words you wrote, then;
You disappeared, no trace of whence,
You’d return, so explain again,
Why you left me alone heart so rent?
Why you can’t explain our past tense?
You’re not weak, but through aged lense,
Disease stole my gentlemen.
You were young, full of life intense;
With passion for dreams, no pretense.
The man you were is gone; he’s distant,
Lost, his last thoughts code absurd.
I don’t understand, things he heard,
Why he aged quickly; ill concerned,
For someone who used direct words.
Now your life is finite, deterred.
You aren’t who I knew, you’re gone, turned;
Alzheimer’s stole you — who you were,
I’m the woman left behind blurred;
A ghost — now we’re both unheard.
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