"Sometimes you acted like a completely different person."
...Yeah, no ****, Sherlock. Have any other observations?  

"I feel like I don't know you anymore."
...I don't believe we've ever met.  

You’re searching for someone solid,  
one face, one voice, one story.  
But we are shifting constellations,  
flickering in and out of view.  

You want an answer that stays the same,  
a version of me that never wavers.  
But I am echoes and footsteps,  
names that don’t always belong to me.  

So tell me,  
who is it you think you knew?  
And which of us do you want me to be?