Amnesia
For Prompt #145 at the Magpie Tales, and PawPaw, who left too soon. His broken memory no longer can relate to her gentle touch- Or the quiet reassurance of her gnarled fingers atop his wrinkled skin. Or the long faded recollection of the taste of smoked bush meat chased down his thirsty throat by frothy cups of sweet palm wine. He no longer can remember the smell- of moth balls – hanging like a pall, around her clothes a wispy cloud driven out from before the eastward Sun as it streaks across the sky. But the dirty red chair constant like the sun remains- a signpost to a past he can no longer reach A place where once Upon a Life there was a love And a bond so strong Though he barely remembers He still can't quite forget