Older,
I Find
I Sorely
Miss
The
Me’s
I Left
Behind.
Those
Other
Lives,
That
Laughing
Girl
At
School,
Who
Ran
In
Play,
Then
Ran
Away,
The
Artist
And
The
Bride,
Who
Took
A
Years
Long
Ride
Across
The
World
As
Other
Selves
Unfurled,
A
Catalog
Of
Joy
And
Pain,
Until
Only
I Remain,
The
Next
To
Last
Rider
On
The
Train.