my neighbor doesn’t remember my name

by valentinestavrou

gone are the days when he would smile and shout Good morning pretty one come over for coffee listen your dog was out last night when are you getting married was that your boyfriend last night will we go partying up in the mountains in the summer look at my little one she says you’re her big sister is your mamma ok now we’re getting old κόρη Βαλεντίνη

i wave everytime i pass by my childhood self waves back she’s standing right behind him she says you’re here you’re here you’re here she’s too young too understand how fragile memory is how the loss of it means loss of self how painful it is everytime i pass by i wave and he waves back and then he asks

who’s that?