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I Can Remember

I can remember the exact moment 
I realized that I was actually getting older and aging

just like everyone else was.

I was somewhere in my mid-thirties and making love 
with a woman who was, I think, twenty-one
 
and absolutely striking.

She had milky white skin,
green eyes, and red hair.

Real, red hair.

(Jesus what happened to those days?)

Anyway, at some point in the middle of our love-making
I remember seeing my body 
and then looking at hers with its taut and flawless
and sinewy flesh
pushed up against mine

and I knew.

I truly understood
for once, finally, and evermore
that I was no longer young
and would never be

again.

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