Last night lingers on my mind
a black hole in my heart.

Any joy that might enter
is swallowed in the darkness of the thought
that I'm not meant for you.

But you see what I am. You saw what I was.

We all change throughout our lives,
keeping the base theme throughout,
overwritten by the constant change around us.

But the past is always there. Our true selves remain.

You have never forgotten. You always see the truth within me.
Or is it nostalgia?

I hope it's the truth. 
I could not bear it if this is how I truly am.

Past to present
Here I am floating in a sea of wonder
At what you've become

What journey did you take?
What trials forced blood from beneath your fingernails?
What brought tears; what brought anger hissing from behind your teeth?

What difference twenty years can make
An entire lifetime separated
I'm proud to have known you when
Prouder to see you smiling now