To all the versions of myself
that have been and ever will be
I kindly implore you to stop this effort
of destroying what remains of Me
Because yesterday I was tired
and today I am tired still
and though I am losing the best bits of Myself
I never expected to lose My will.
To all the faces I have worn
and that single heart that beats inside
I address this question: why mourn you she
(that is Me) as one who’s died?