Tidbits … Scattered … Strewn
Memories …
Sights… Sounds … Smells
Flashing … Strobing
Peggy Sue … Buddy … Elvis, John, Paul
Her hand .. Her lips …
Her thighs … her eyes …
That smile … mischievous, inviting
Sweet nothings whispered, tears fallen
…
A large house … two stories
A room in the back …
Mickey and Minnie standing guard
Winnie lounging on the pillow…honey jar dripping
Children scampering…
Laughing … Running … Playing
Freeze tag … Red light, Green light
Hide and seek …
Where did they go?
Billy? Ellen?
Stormy Llewellyn? … Ah… gone to reward ..
When? … >…. > Ah, I don’t re…
…
I’m Surrounded by strangers
Claiming to be friends …
Friends, family …lovers …
Who are you again? …
Tidbits of memory …
Follow the bread crumbs
Scattered … Strewn … Markers
Like a path to reality
Reality lost in shadows
Occasionally a light breaks through
A flash of reality … Dad? Mom? here … ….
Gone …
Follow the bread crumbs of the past …
Where they lead …
Lead to happier times …
Strewn like discarded legos
Painfully jabbing my mind
As I stumble across them
Each flash a sharp edge
Digging into my fractured consciousness …
It hurts … it hurts … … it …
Tidbits … Scattered … Strewn
Memories …
Follow the bread crumbs lying in a path …
I play One Final Game …
Hide and Seek …
My mind …thoughts … My Self …
Hidden …
Lost in a past of swirling amorphous wraiths…
Blowing away like wisps of smoke
Eddying from a dead campfire ..
Who is seeking?
Is it me?
Am I hider or seeker?
Hidden in my own mind …
Seeking …
Happier times …
High School … Mr Blen… Blen…?? Math
Susan! Ah … Susan ….? Susan Wint?? … my love
First cuddle … First Kiss
Is that you?
Tidbits … Scattered … Strewn
Memories …
Sights… Sounds … Smells
Flashing … Strobing
Follow …
Step into that receding light …
Pray it leads home …
Home to my lost, fractured self …
Disappearing … In my lost psyche
As strangers cry …
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
https://www.amazon.com/Killing-Keys-Andrew-C-McDonald-ebook/dp/B07VM843XL?ref_=ast_author_dp
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Oh, this is so good, Andrew. The fleeting thoughts of dementia. The lack of connections. Loved the Koontz Easter egg thrown in, also. That is priceless
This was absolutely heartbreaking and beautifully done.
This was so poignantly beautiful. I loved it!
This is beautiful
This is as gorgeous as it is heartbreaking. Well done!