(Looking back through older poems, I can see how much my personality has grown since then. Things I take seriously now are not what I took seriously then; things that were important to me shifted to things that actually mattered. Here’s an old poem I found, that I don’t remember who it’s about; though I can say I haven’t had this feeling since writing this poem)
And there it was, someone else. It’s not that they were prettier, or smarter, or the fact that they now had something I once did; it was the pure notion that what they have that I once had no longer cared for past lives and had moved on, without me.