For i have never ceased loving
TIME passes so swiftly
i do not notice how this black hair
has turned gray
how these fingers once tight-skinned
have loosened like some used
condoms
if i did not stop for once
and scrutinized
each part of me
how could have i noticed that
i never ceased
loving
despite the fact that everyone had
aged
how could have i noticed that
most of them
have already left
towards the unknown
beyond.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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