when you can do nothing but watch as your own heart breaks on a front porch.

we were sitting on the porch holding hands when she asked me my name for the third time in an hour.
"pamela?"
"no Bea, it's Aubriska." (an old nickname she's called me since infancy)
"aye, me olvide" (i forgot), she said as she patted her thick white hair.

we sat in silence for a good minute processing what this all meant before she spoke again.
"la cabeza se rompio" (my brain broke).

it's okay Bea, it's okay.