Grown Apart

Holly McClure 

I often catch myself thinking of you. 

Remembering who we used to be. 

Though you're still around, your persona is new. 

You're not the one I used to know, 

Yet neither am I; we've both evolved Very 

different changes we had to undergo 

We became different beings entirely 

You—a butterfly—and I,—a moth. 

We grew, and grew apart simultaneously.