Where did I go, the Me I remember?
That Me with his slender and sinewy torso,
Legs like mainsprings could spring and sprint;
Hair thick, hardened to shape and cool.
Where did Me go?
She whimsically asked me one morning
Eyeing me closely
Was I still in there?
By which she meant beneath the folds and lines
Was her young man present?
Did he still exist?
That it could be asked is life
As it happens
To celebrities and everyone and Me.
written by Ron Unruh
October 15, 2012