You, I, Him

Looking back isn’t always about nostalgia. Sometimes it’s about grief, growth, or trying to remember who started this whole thing.

Hello young man
It’s been a while
The years have passed like planes
I waved, but they didn’t slow down

Once I knew you,
What has become?
Once I was you,
What is to come?

Maybe you thought I was dead
Maybe I am
Everything has changed
Although it feels as if nothing has

We’ve been unmade and reshaped
Torn apart and scattered
Some pieces ceased to live
Others grew in the morning light

Goodbye young man
It’ll be a while
The years won’t always pass,
One day they’ll stop