it is funny
to see my past self
enraptured

when i see you now
so clearly

i do not understand
how you could have been so expansive
to me then

how i could have filled you
up with hopes and dreams
and
wants

how i could have written such
long poems about you
and dreamt about you looking up
at me
and swooned when you placed
your head on my shoulder

how different i am than before