stories lost

He could see things
that others could not –
witnessing scenes from life
as stories full of meaning –
but then he lost his
ability to remember them.

Observations without context
simply became small dots
marking his journal, his day:
spots of blankness
growing larger until
they engulfed his mind.
Strains of recollection
bursting through –
a gasp of memory
that swallowed the world
around and left him
struggling for present tense.
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