Anonymity.

Oh how we've changed.
Is it you or is it me?
Or was it how we were all along,
but we were always too blind to see?

Were we faking it all this time?
Did we really not know the truth?
Did we get lost among too many
of the stars glimpsed from the roof?
The streets along which we walked,
Can we claim them in recollection's seas?
Or were they but a plastic pavement,
of false dreams, and devised fantasies?
The zephyrs of the past blew over,
taking with it blissful naivety
Can I ignore the shadows that are threatening
to overcast our sepia memory?

I'll remember you as you.
I'll remember me as me.
And here's to a you I've never seen,
whomsoever you dare to be.