Thinner and thinner
He became featherlight sinking into Alzheimer
He had forgotten me.
All his life he had worked in a factory
Something about canning fish.
And it was the only thing he could remember.
He thought I was a fellow worker
And asked if I remembered this and that
I played along he was happy
Till the next day. He had forgotten me.
Perhaps his ghost stalks the old factory
Standing there an empty building waiting
To be bulldozed.