I couldn’t remember who he was.

I needed something from him.

I felt that need getting stronger.

I held on tightly as we embraced.

He smiled to me, telling me who he was.

I stared at him, blankly.

I told him I was afraid.

He told me it was okay to be afraid.

I told him that I couldn’t remember much.

He told me that it wouldn’t matter.

I needed something from him.

What I needed I could not dare say.

He explained in the simplest fashion.

I told him I still couldn’t remember.

He mentioned that it didn’t matter.

I tried to reach out to him.

He set me down and turned away.

I cried out to him, not by name.

He turned and smiled to me.

He said it would all be over soon.

He said it would be much easier.

I told him I didn’t understand.

He started walking away from me.

I couldn’t remember who he was.

I don’t know that I really wanted to.

That smile of his haunted me.

He told me it would be okay.

I told him not to let me go.

I told him not to leave me alone.

He told me that he wouldn’t be gone long.

I told him that I couldn’t remember.

He told me that it didn’t matter.

I told him I couldn’t remember.

He told me that it wouldn’t matter.

I told him that I was lost.

He said that it was okay.

He said that people get lost sometimes.

I told him I was afraid.

He said it was okay to be afraid.

I asked him to help me.

He explained it all to me.

I couldn’t remember who he was.

But I remember what he did.

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