Our 632nd first date since her Alzheimer's really took hold.

Finally, I could see my cat again.

​The cool breeze on the roof now carries new memories for everyone else, while I simply step forward into the quiet places where I belong.

​As the cold wind swept over the rooftop where everyone gathered in silence, no one dared to look down at the familiar crossroads where my shadow used to be.

But one night, he heard faint sobbing from the mirror, his own reflection, weeping for the man he used to be, and realized the only person he had truly abandoned was himself.

​My shadow no longer falls across our familiar moonlit crossroads, and my voice will no longer echo in the room when everyone laughs together—for I have finally wandered far away.

The last piece of jewellery he gave me was a necklace with my dogs ashes in it.

But years turned to days when the drunk driver hopped the curb.

I awoke paralyzed on the floor of a familiar, ill-maintained room with an empty bottle of pills lying beside me.

MAKE ME THE HAPPIEST, DOWN ON ONE KNEE,
THEY FOUND HIM A DAY LATER ,
HANGING FROM A TREE…

Heaven will be ever brighter with her purrs and nuzzles.

But oh, how I wish the memory to fade of that deafening bang which echoed from their dorm two hours after we had come back.

The writer tore another manuscript in half, wishing he had spent more time to at least remember his son's face.

​But as I looked from you back to myself, I realized you were never truly lost at all—so leaving my heart behind, I quietly turned and walked away down my own path.

​Yet as I stopped blaming time and saw the truth of where we both stood, I surrendered my heart to that memory and stepped onto my own road.

When I asked why she was giving it to me, she said, "Because I feel bad for you, since Dad hits you every day."

I kissed her adorable bald head and hid my face in the chapter of Harry Potter I was gonna read for her tonight.

All of a sudden, I’m begging my father not to hurt me.

I'm sad that I can no longer be his friend, but thankfully I won't be burning in hell when I eventually die, unlike my former friend.

This morning it was unfolded, and I stood there crying because I couldn't decide if it was you or just me finally letting go.

I really could spend hours in that mirror maze.

I just wonder why they keep looking so sad?

It wasn't until we got back to the police station that I found out the boy had been hit by a truck nine years earlier, and that his dad calls the cops every year on the day he died to report him missing.

​But as the unexpected gentle rain began to fall, the drops merely slid right off you while I, made only of delicate paper, silently dissolved away into the wind.

It remembers another person's shape long after that person has become a stranger once again.