I write about you, for you, to you
because of you and despite of you
but the _you_ is never the same
it is ever changing
it is someone I talked to just now
for a moment, in passing
it is past lovers, future friends
dreams that never come true
nightmares that did come true
imaginary people, very real people
people very close and very far
it's the stranger who saw me
the loved one who didn't
it's all of the above
none of the above
I remain
you change