You still recognize me

What a difference a few weeks, months, years can make.
How different we become without really realizing it.
How foreign we are to what we are now and who we were.

Life winds its convoluted way through time and space, junctions form in the most seemingly random places
and yet they couldn't have been any more perfect.

An old acquaintance, long written off.
A quotation, long forgotten.
A feeling, long lost.

Something reminds you of who you were.
Pulling yourself out of the present and onto a higher plain,
gazing at where you've been and what you've learned and what you've become.

Seeing where you've gone astray and lost your way.

All because someone still recognized you.

Forgetting

It seems that the older I get, the more broken I become.
But it's because I keep forgetting everything,
the lessons we've learned in our youth, the experiences that we've carried with us all these years.

I've let them go too easily, and now I'm finding myself reaching out for them again.

Begging for them to come back.