Lost
By Janice Veldman
My name is not given
911 not called
No search and rescue
Family does not search
No postings on telephone poles
No face on milk cartons
The world around you does not respond
Your lost has a name
Dementia
Alone, confused, scared, thoughts tangled, emotions twisted
Medical practice does not know how to find you
That keeps everyone satisfied that they did what they could
Your name is added to the many
So many they remain nameless
A cold case
Put neatly away
Until one day a cure
They do not search for me
For now I am lost with a name
Dementia