Do you see me? (I'm back)

What does time mean to me,
Or memories that are left behind.
They are the two points in my life
That separate what I knew then
and what I know now.

Have things changed since
My memories waned,
it has only been the seasons
That have traveled on winds
Of a passing rains.

The madness, of my youth
That brought the sweetness
Of a gentle embrace,
Tender lips and words I can’t
Forget.

YES! I am a product of my past,
Build on a mount of memories
That make me who I am,
and linger on through my
Eternity.

Forget you, I think not, for you are
Part of the tapestry that was woven
In my past. So when I look at it,
I see you,