it could be the second coming

I've wondered if something is really wrong with my brain

For your name to be suddenly on my tongue

Sometimes I forget where I am

Where I live

Where I'm going

And then I go to speak about someone

And instead your name comes out

I met a man on a bus once who truly was forgetting

He was brave and yet what he was doing was also terrifying

Traveling with a rapidly disappearing sense of self

He asked me where our final destination was at least 6 times

He wore something around his neck to remember his plans

And I believe he died less than 12 months later

Not too many years older than me.

But that's not what this is, is it?

I think I just love you.