You Ask Me If I Change Poem by RIC BASTASA

you ask me if i change
i tell you, yes i always change
don't you notice it?

some hairs on my head
are whiter now, and some
have fallen without any
sound, my wrinkles move
and they beget wrinkles

my eyes fail, my hands
tremble, my feet dwindle,
my memory of names and
places are wanting of
particulars

i change. Everything in me
changes beside you and
how can you not notice it?

i know, we are too near
and we are always together
in this familiarity where
changes are everyday and

yes, how could we not notice
all these, my dear?

you are laughing, a lock
of your hair is falling too.