From the perspective on one person without dementia.
I see you, imaginary person with dementia
I can be with you in your suffering
if you are in pain.
I don’t have to look away.
I cannot be with all people in their pain.
I don’t feel afraid of the suffering of dementia.
I am not afraid of not-words, not thinking, not-memory, non-rational.
I’m afraid of a world without love.
I can only touch down for a moment or two
to be with you in your despair.
If I stay longer, I won’t be able to help.
I, too, will be stuck in the mire.
But perhaps I can lift you up
and you can lift me up
and we can touch down again when need be.
You need me to get you started.
and I need you to play
so together we can dance in an imaginal world.