Alzheimer

The Friday newspaper doesn't appear
He doesn't know it's Tuesday
He sticks to his guns and again the same thing happens
At the 40th candle he's blown 30 times
The worst part of celebrating his birthday
Is having to hear mom
From a stranger's mouth
His hurt son tries not to show himself sullen
He tries to forget his forgetfulness
But no one forgets the harm

The feeling gets drunk with crashing laments
Because every thought
Has a bottleneck
It's like being in the sand
Playing to leave your footprints
With the sorrow of turning around
And not finding any of them
He feels that darkness
Shares his same language
And that the true light
Is just part of a chroma
Reviewing his photos he doesn't remember being in Rome... But in Milan
Because his time is like an eraser
And there's no way
To get out of that prison
And on the sheet of his heartbeat
A prayer is drawn
Tell me, what's left of you
If your own heart
Says forget about me
In its maximum expression?

In the drawer of his breath there are only sealed tears
And his laughter is a fragment
Of a torn page
He only knows the seat of the station of nothingness
Where he sees the meters pass
Of memories without a stop
They go and won't come back
Reckless moments dying on the lips of some Peter Pan
They'll go under the sofa
Where time and space stop
In the hook of a captain
They'll know they'll never return
And all for one and one for all will repeat
They'll be, tell me whose they'll be when at the end of the story
He finds himself alone and breathless D'Artagnan
He walks through the gardens of his childhood
And only sees boundaries of substanceless poppies
The sunset has taken his fragrance leaving behind his trail
Scent of absence and distance
There's no plan B in his calendar
Because every minute is a mourning in his alphabet
The fuse of his fiery heartbeat is lit
While the breach reopens
On his anniversary date
But this time no cake reappears
With the 40th candle he blew 50 times
There's only a glass that gets misty
In a gray hospital where his vital sign
Fades away and approaching the end
In a clear sign of death
Mom!

That ghost sighs among the people
And in his ordeal he slowly stretches his arm
To reach his ear
And whisper the following to him
I remember you
They go and won't come back
Reckless moments dying on the lips of some Peter Pan
They'll go under the sofa
Where time and space stop
In the hook of a captain
They'll know they'll never return
And all for one and one for all will repeat
They'll be, tell me whose they'll be when at the end of the story
He finds himself alone and breathless D'Artagnan
They go and won't come back
Reckless moments dying on the lips of some Peter Pan
They'll go under the sofa
Where time and space stop
In the hook of a captain
They'll know they'll never return
And all for one and one for all will repeat