Do you know what it is like?

Do you know what it is like… Not being able to see? To have once held the memory, Once known the pictures off by heart? Do you know what it is like… To have the faces fade away? To forget the creases of a face, The unique marks on your lover’s skin? Do you know what it is like… Not remembering the colour Of their eyes? Or the colour of their hair? Or the colour of their skin? Do you know what it is like… To have to be told when the one You love has entered the room, And when they are gone? Do you know what it is like… To plead for one more moment of sight? To beg for another chance to memorize, The one you once watched sleep through the night? Do you know what it is like… To hear a voice chime But not see a mouth move, And not know whose the voice was? Do you know what it is like… To forget which colour is which. To forget what sounds and what smells Come with which object? Do you know what it is like… To feel the devastating effects caused By loosing the memories For which you once held no respect?