New

I remember all the ways things used to be. 

The ways I used to act with you, talk to you.

The was I was with you.

I remember the way I acted - the excuses I made. 

It seems like years and years ago, but then;

I guess it was.

But that was the old and this,

this is the new.

This is the way I act with you now - or

don’t act with you.

These are things we do together.

This is the way I am now,

with you; 

and otherwise.

This is the new.

So out with the old - and in with this new.

This you I know now - the same you but different eyes are seeing you,

my new eyes -

you’re oddly different but exactly the same. 

I miss it sometimes.

I miss the old, the way I was, the things I did - 

I miss the way the old you made me. 

As much as I know how important the new is; change; 

I find that the old is just the same as the new.

I remember every smile I smiled because of you.

I remember every way you made me happy.

But this is the new and I have to be happy now, too.