The day started with vision pixelated and out of focus
while the names and words slipped from grasp
moment by moment and fading in mid-sentence
hour glass of incomprehension that still hides
the names and places of things I know.  

The stroke took away my confidence
to know your name when I see you
then you became her
and then that was

to find a voice again
to make sense of word tapestries
to recall the name of a friend who is in front of me that leads
to more apologies that at the end of the day I can only say
hold me.