Where's Carmen?

This poem is best when listened to.

He held his hands up to his face
fetal position in the bed
suffering from not remembering
Where's Carmen? He said.
Carmen Carmen
I want Carmen,
Carmen Carmen,
Please call Carmen. 

"You're scared, " I said.

Oh yes, I don't remember.
I just want Carmen.

"I would be scared too."

It's terrifying.
I think something is wrong.
I want Carmen. 
I don't know what's happening. 
Something is wrong.

"You are healing,
and it's going to take 
a while for it to feel right again."

I know! I know, things aren't right.
Carmen is usually here with me.
She knows what to say.
Where's Carmen? Call Carmen.

I thought to myself,
"Oh, dear man. Oh, my dear man. 
Oh, God be with this dear man,"

I just want someone to pat my hand 
and tell me it's going to be okay.
He buried his face in his hands. 
I don't know,
I can't....

I put my hand over his 
and began to pat it. 
"It's going to be okay.
It is."

He took a deep breath,
gathered my hand in his,
and pressed his lips to it.
Bless you, he said.
I think I should go to sleep now. 
Carmen will come soon.