Whose Face Is This?

I want to remember you
the same way you used to be.
But what’s frightening and scary
is soon you won't know me.

The person you’re becoming
is a husk of who you were.
What’s worse is I can't tell if
you're seeing it occur.

Will you regret your grudges
as your brain becomes swiss cheese?
Even bad times destined to
become lost memories.

Do you still know I love you
as the darkness closes in?
After all you’re still breathing,
still smile now and again.

I think that you’re yet in there
with such confusion abound.
You must be screaming inside
as this nightmare confounds.

“Whose face is this I see now?”
–you’re wondering to yourself,
“Patch me back into more than
undeciphered intel!”

Or maybe your conscience is
dying too –despite your might.
Lord, I cannot stand to watch
you stripped of all your light!

Alzheimer’s or dementia
whichever, I'm just not sure,
But one thing that is certain:
you’re standing at death’s door!