The Gates of Departure

I feel odd, dislocated
for no reason visible
or known, when I am
about to enter thru
the gates of departure…tumblr_nptr07xEoF1risr9ko1_1280
connections of time and place
and meaning, these I shall miss
though they are not yet gone
they tremble on the cusp
of the convergence of now and thentumblr_npvcrhO0Gq1qat5pio1_500
I imagine the person I will be
and start to miss the person that
I am before I am
even gone but somehow I am
in that when then right now.
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It’s because I know it
in my bones deep
that I will never be
this way, ever again
and that is such a mystery.
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One thought on “The Gates of Departure

  1. “I imagine the person I will be
    and start to miss the person that
    I am before I am
    even gone but somehow I am
    in that when then right now.”

    *gulp*

    Yes.

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