Moya

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Thoughts from a drive back

I met them again this summer
Family, but not those I love and deal with most days
Those I love most days
But only deal with some.

There was lots of driving,
Separating the moments when I actually saw them.

But when I did see them I checked to see
How they had changed,
Had to reference who they were
Not last time, but that first time
I remembered them on the drive back.
These last times brought up last times
Before times I was even there
To not really remember
When they, in distant past times
Were people who hadn’t changed into the people I do remember
And to who I was a something that wasn’t yet a thought
Though, looking back, I wasn’t coming too long after.
Reminded me of the person I was
Not last time, but the first time any of them remember me.
Unlike those stories about a past me I can barely relate to,
The me that knew them
In the last times I remember.

Like the me of now, who I’ll remember when now is a last time
On a next time drive back