I want to get lost from this delusional life, are her breaking whispers during the night. Her breathing corpse aches to elude, from the pain rampaging her soul. Scars hide in the depths of her despair, dwindling her precious smile into a tear. Grieving over his last sympathetic embrace, her crippling heart grudgingly lets him go. Awful memory lapses callously took over, as memories she stitched mildly start to fade. Fumbling to reminisce those she called her own, while stumbling to search for the precise term. Fate found in her a healthy ebullient prey, blessed to seize her with Alzheimer's disease. She is a "lucky" rare one to adore it so young, to let him live, she made him let her go. Her days grew harder and easily forgetful, from simple arithmetics to paying bills. She isn't one to forget his important days, but is struggling now to figure out the date. Years slowly slipped with stages running by, her syndromes playing a prodigious role. The jolly young lass battling her moods, questioning herself about what she still knew. Confusion is her close associate and pal, smiles in photographs she could no longer recall. Bottles of pills took hostage of her bed side, those by her side try to fake a smile quite wide. As her days are coming to a near end, her predicted years left didn't extend. She pitied her basic needs those she couldn't attend, confined to a bed with dubious sleep. Her life was silently snafued away, on rare days she remembered her old self. On a rainy afternoon, listening to a song, she heard a name she solely called mine. A sudden strike of unknown pain engulfed her, she couldn't answer the riddle of why. A tear slowly slipped down from her weak form, as not in the mind but he was in her soul.