I read my past poems
and think to myself
how childish I was
to write about someone
I thought mattered.

I read my past poems
and think to myself
how was I proud of this work?

I read my past poems
and think to myself
how much has changed.

I read my past poems
and I think to myself
the person I wrote about before
has changed
into you.

I read my past poems
and think to myself
is that what’s going to happen to us?

I read my past poems
and think to myself
are you worth starting over?

I read my past poems
and think to myself
that this is all a waste of my time
but I do it for you anyway.