“Mom, can you get the salt?”
“Sure thing honey!”
But where did I put it? 
It’s normally on the…
Well, I guess I don’t know
If it ever had a home,
Or if it did, where it would be.

“Honey, I can’t seem to find it,
Do you know where it is?”
“It was on the counter like normal.”
Hmm.. it sure is.
“Found it honey, sorry it took so long!”
“No worries mom, let’s eat.”
“Sounds good to me.”


“So, honey, how’s your new job?”
“... You mean the one I started 6 months ago?”
“Oh I didn’t realize how long it had been,
Time flies when you’re having fun.”
“It’s great mom, I feel fulfilled.”
“That’s wonderful, honey!
Oh and how’s that boy of yours?”
“Oh, mom, we broke up about a month ago.”
“I’m so sorry honey, 
I didn’t realize, or I wouldn’t have said anything.”
“It’s okay mom, I must have just
Told you in passing.”

“Dinner was amazing honey, 
Thank you for cooking!”
“Of course, I’m happy to do it, mom!”
“Well, will I see you tomorrow?”
“Sure, I will be here tomorrow evening.”
“Oh wonderful! I will make your favorite Jamie…
What is it again?”
“It’s chicken spaghetti, 
And that sounds like a plan!”

A door opens, a hug envelops,
A door closes, a darkness emerges.

“Well, how did it go today Susan?”
“She’s the same, if not a bit worse.”
“Did she recognize you?”
“She recognized her daughter…”
“Ahh, she doesn’t remember then.”
“No, and perhaps that is for the better.
I would rather pretend to be Jamie
Than explain her death.”

And so, Susan left the old folk’s home
Feeling fulfilled and burdened
For a little old lady named Memory
Losing daughter and herself alike.