Alzheimers

If I were to live towards the end of my life forgetting you, what worth is this heart that keeps on beating?

If I were to sleep and wake next to you everyday, yet slowly see you fade away, when does it stop?

And if I were to open my eyes, yet my limbs have stopped moving, the ceiling remains a ceiling, but my mind does not, am I still part of the living?

Reminisce

It was so long ago, I can just barely remember. Kids laughing and playing in a small play house made of straw. It was a small Nipa hut that our uncle made to be used for props in his store. It was sturdy and perfect for playtime. Our favorite game was hide-and-seek and we played it with so much dedication, our whole afternoon was spent looking for our cousins above the trees and under old stockpiled items in the yard. The 1 hectar family compound was a treasure indeed.