200/365: I Won't Go

They must go.
They must go.
This is what my chest beats out for me
every time another body of one I love
drops into a new, aged laxity:
thinner skin lucent, softened nipples low,
slim shoulders slouched.
I know they must go, they must go,
but never that I must go,
never that I must thin and soften and slouch.
I am broad and lithe and youthfully elastic
when I am not looking.
I won't go.
I won't go.

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