You feel
the lacks,
the random blank moments,
the diminishment.

The fine life fabric you wove,
threads  of connections, experiences, 
moments of true beauty,
has held you secure, but

the threads feel looser now, 
the edges cut and frayed,
from the jettisoning
required to maintain momentum, 

but

You are:
    Still finely woven (mostly)
    Still present
    Still vibrant.