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RE: And... (a poem for someone, or maybe a bunch of someones, or maybe a something)
This makes me think of aging, and how weird it is to look back at ourselves from a decade later. There is always this sense of longing, because I really did love that former person, but at the same time it is so much better to be in the now.
That's it exactly. You can't go back, can't get stuck in the past, no matter how pleasant that past once was :)