Sketching Anguish Framed by Dementia

The pitter patter of rain on the corregated roof. Sitting in a rocking chair her heart beats for the memory of her lost lover. He was birthed by father time but mother earth had a different plan. The trembling in her wrist is a distant reminder of what used to be the clasp of hands that danced. Not realising that the floor is one of regret.

She tasted like the budding blossom of spring. A grapevine. Swirling in a glass to show layers of herself. Her scent brings summertime.

She recalls their last kiss. So locked into the moment that as lips parted so did a fragment of her soul.

She sees a picture on the dressing table, the love in his eyes. Seven minutes pass and just like that the picture is one of a stranger. She knows the emotion but can't remember why it is on her face.