Dementia (a rewrite)

When I say, I love you
And you say it back to me.
When I say, I worry,
You say "worry not for me."

"Don't be sad", you tell me,
"For what will be, will be".
But when I see you fading
And there is less memory,
Then I feel so helpless
And I weep for thee.

At any social function,
When your eyes start to dim
And the words, you once remembered,
Are no longer, yours to be,
When the words, stop coming,
I will weep for thee.