Yesterday

Living in memories of times long gone,
Conversations become circular.
As I cling onto what is left of today.
In a place strange yet oddly familiar,
I find myself.  Not knowing the day.
I will not remember your call,
But somewhere in the recesses of a mind,
betraying me--I will know it hasn't been long.

Often scared and confused, I find myself.
I talk of home, often across generations.
Be patient with me, as you detangle these threads.
Someday, they will be all that remains.
As I slip more and more into yesterday.

You are my memory now; my legacy.
Carry me with you, always.
Remember the things that I cannot,
And continue to share your stories.
Until I fade away.