It isn't you who left, but the one you were
It isn't I left behind, but the I that was
Forced or chosen, divergent paths appear
From ones that were, to those who will be
Who could fail to understand or forgive?

We were then, what we are not now
Their joy and pain, not our own
Their story over, our own just begun
Lessons learnt, tears and old skin shed
On divergent paths, made anew.

Each of us now what we were not
Tomorrow what we are not today
Who you know, whom you care for
Say Good-bye before Hello
Understand, and love them for the day.

We are but chapters in the Book of Others
Others but chapters in our own
Each our own journey from was, to am, to will be
Another’s presence a great and temporary loan
Each gifting a new perspective, a new way to see.  

Allow the You That Was to give thanks
And let the You That Is move on
Heartache is not the result of an ending
But the by-product of expectation.