INTRODUCTION When I woke up this morning, the throbbing sensation was unmistakable. The kind of sensation that pulsates in the joints, in the head and in the heart.  The sensation was activated by pain sensory neurons, I am sure. Yet, it felt more than that. It was a sobering reminder of mortality, which led to this, a gut-wrenching poem that needed to be written.  Bear with me. It is not meant to be morose. On the contrary, it is meant to celebrate the past, the present and the reality of all futures. For just minutes taken away from my fingers busy as an aspiring novelist, I bowed to the wishes of my poetry muse. WHEN I GO   No one needs to leave on my account; I have been left too many times. Not abandoned or neglected. Just left behind, when the Heavens called the names of the love that nurtured, sustained and delivered reality for the sake of my growth.   When I go, let me go. But do not bury memories, images and the love ...