You are not what you have been, or are You are what I have remembered you as- A carefully curated assortment of memories Preserved in my very own imagination Kept alive within myself Nourished by a soulful of emotions
Nothing in this world is constant, ever. Our bodies, mind...nothing. Our associations, relations with family members, friends and others are also not constant. Like a wave it the intensity, meaning and purpose rises and falls.
This poem is not attributed to a specific person, or memory. 'Thee' is a generic pronoun that I have chosen to allude to everyone who has had a contact with me, at some point of time or the other.
In short, nothing is permament, except every memory solemn or trivial.