it's been over a month since I last spilled woven words in your ear
but nothing much has changed, I guess
the sun still rises and we're still jealous of the moon
I just feel less and I just feel more
but never enough to share
because I'm focused on other things and other people
and I've quite forgotten who I was
because I've begun to realize who I am
and this new person is not a new page, not a new chapter, not a new book:
but a whole new author
