Poem | Robbed

I am not sure this was ever a finished work. Someone I knew was dealing with the loss of a grandparent who was dealing with Alzheimer's. As I thought about it, this is what I wrote:

Robbed
by Elizabeth Alraune

You were my strength,
my support.
You were
always there
for me.
It hurts me
that you don't
remember my face.
You've gone
back to a time and place
before I was a part of
your life and space.
You remember
the past as if it was
here to last
and it's happening
all too fast.

The miserable robber
disorients and confuses
and steals from me
the person who I care
for dearly.