we are not who we were

we were friends.
we were parents.
we were lovers.

Each day I scrub away the dirt,
and a layer of me.

Each day you grow,
a new layer of skin also.

we are not who we were.

we are indifferent,
we are parents,
we are nothing.

Each day I take on board new habits,
a new me is emerging.

Each day you ditch the old ways,
you change your mind.

we are not who we were.

one day we'll meet again,
we will not be who we are.

we could tolerate,
we will be parents,
we could be acquaintances.

Not yet, not now.
when the metamorphosis is complete.

Tea: DS and DD, last nights chilli and tickly bean risotto stuffed into these.