Life Happens

When did it happen,
that all my friends got old?
Not all of them, but most.

When was it, exactly,
that running became impossible?
And, recently, walking sort of hurts.

When were the years
that my parents died?
I think I’ve now outlived them.

When did we stop traveling,
was it after that long September?
Maybe we live now where we used to go.

When was it, I wonder,
that bananas lost their flavor?
Though I think, lately, they found it.

When was it, at which point,
that I started looking back,
trying to remember?