I was there for a time,
until I was not.
But in that moment
between the there
and the not there,
something arose,
almost like a feeling.
Or at least I thought
that was what it was.
Only now, in hindsight,
I cannot but wonder
if perhaps what I mistook
for feeling
was not instead
something instinctual,
beyond my control.
Like certain organisms
drawn toward light or warmth.
That would explain a lot.
The ease of it all.
The painlessness
of slipping away.