Your sight drifts away,
like a bird in distant sky—
I reach through the haze.
Once bright moments lose their shape,
names and faces blur in time.

Into quiet depths
my memories slowly fall.
Old friend, stay with me—
mend the mind that frays apart,
before all of you is gone.

By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)

A tender reflection on memory fading and identity slipping away. This poem captures the quiet fear of losing connection, and the deep human longing to hold on before everything disappears.

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