Emptiness fills what was once memories.
The time before, a past.
The now, the reality, a fake.
The uncertain mind, receding, with only one dim hope to keep it alive.
Pictures, photo albums, only a reminder of what was once there.
Nothing stands clear in the now, the reality, everything is distorted, broken.
Shimmering images pass by within reach but for only a short while.
What does stay for a while is you, a hope.
The light shines a path to the remembrance of a time long gone.
A time lost, and recovered, by you.
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