On Aging

Lately,

I’ve been coming loose;

untethered.

 

Spiraling from my orbit,

and heading out

into forever.

 

How can this be,

.    I wonder?

That there

will come an instant

clapping me asunder.

 

And I will be no more …

Unwhole.

 

Everything that made me

will remain

But I

 

I will never be the same.

 

Copyright © henry toromoreno, 2019. All rights reserved

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