Expected Impermanence Poem by Romella Kitchens

As I age, love me but a little because at some
point, you will look for me and I will have
returned back to where I should have never left
in the first place.
As I age, do not invest entirely in me because
it will tie you too soundly to days of heart ache
and mourning.
As I age, celebrate as I celebrate, not wasteful
of your own time, or the importance of others
here and gone then, walk across the bridge
from here to there not in an attempt to
find me but only when it is truly your time.