Love Comes Full Circle
Before you remember
what I have forgotten,
remember who I have been.
There may come a day
when I cannot remember your voice, or the stories we once laughed about.
There may come a day
when I ask the same question
for the fifth time,
or mistake yesterday for fifty years ago.
If that day comes,
please don't measure my love
by what my mind can no longer recall.
Measure it
by the years that came before.
Remember that the hands
you now steady,
once steadied yours.
The voice you patiently answer,
once whispered you to sleep.
The arms
that now need your strength,
once carried you.
And if I become frustrated,
or frightened,
or seem like someone
you no longer recognize,
remember that somewhere
inside, I am still trying.
If I forget your name,
I have not forgotten your worth.
If I cannot find the words,
love has not left me.
Only language has.
And if I can no longer tell you
that I love you,
let your memory
carry what mine no longer can.
Love me
the way I loved you—
not because I remember,
but because you do.
And if the time ever comes when I can't recall your name.
Please remember that I really want to.
And that I am still here.
Even when I cannot show you, the way I once did.
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