It never occurred to me that I might be going away.
That is what the doctor said.
I wonder what it will be like.
It has its own allure.
Will the present “I” just evaporate?
Is it a place of great peace or of torment?
Maybe the pain is just in getting there.
The struggle to remember. The mental black holes
Turning the wrong way down the one-way streets.
Maybe I am going away. I wonder what it will be like.
A new place of the present only
No memory of me now. Every day a new start.
I wonder if I will know then who I am now.
Samuel A Simon © 2019