At twenty years, he

realized he had

grief induced dementia

for

the first ten.

They went

to a Gershwin

musical

twice and halfway

through

time two,

he asked his wife

of eight years

if this was

new

and what came

next.

He certainly wasn’t

hitting on all

six

for those ten,

but for the second

ten and some, he’s having

fun

being reminded

of all the

runs (literally, runs

in running shoes)

around cities to

the north,

traveling, camping,

embracing, holding

and so forth –

reliving the fun

as if

for,

not the first time,

but the first time

and a half. “Oh,

of course,”

he laughed,

“I remember it

just fine

as if it were the first

time

and a half.”