Sensing the Slide

The last two calls, I sense a further drift
away from logic, sense, and memory.
She needs a prompt, but isn’t acting miffed
when I supply the cue or clue. So we
converse about not much. It seems to me
she’s slipping but she doesn’t note the pale.
Expected at this age, I hope I’ll be
aware, though pained, when it’s my turn to fail.

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