The Edges Of The Mind

I can’t seem to find the reason or rhyme.
I know it was there in a distant time,
but I’ve lost it somewhere along the way.
I had assumed it would always stay.
It seems the years have gone so fast,
and the way it was simply could not last.
If you ask me what truth I’ve been able to find
it is that life wears down the edges of the mind.

I know the answer but the words don’t appear.
I understand the questions I hear,
but I can’t seem to put the words in place,
and I can see the worry written on your face.
Is this the way it’s going to be?
Have I lost the person who used to be me?
It’s a frightening moment when one finds
that life wears down the edges of the mind.

I wonder if some distant day
I won’t be able to even say
your lovely name that soothes my heart?
Will we move so painfully far apart?
Will I sink ever deeper into this fear?
Will I even know if you are near?
It is a horrible thing to find
that life wears down the edges of the mind.