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[Valerie Please]

 Don't overthink this.

Where the over-thinking came in was after I had the reaction to the word, when I tried to explain why it struck me as the wrong word.  I guess I did a poor job of it, but the initial reaction wasn't overthinking, just my honest feeling that it should be changed.

Dementia isn't one emptiness being replaced by another (not that I've experienced what the narrator is experiencing), but a world that makes sense cast into total confusion.  At least that's the best way I can imagine it.

Look, this is all opinion and it's fine to disagree. It probably speaks to the quality of the poem that we are invested enough to disagree . . . it sounds like maybe you have your own poem in there? I wouldn't mind reading that if it ever came out.