The Me Before You

is far removed
from the me after
you. The me before
was innocent and
green. I was spring
before you clipped
my wings. The me
before knew
Nothing.
The me before you
was a tree
in June. The me after
you was a tree
in winter. Something
had splintered. I can’t go back
to autumn. I’ve forgotten
How. I pity the
me now.