Who Are You?

I heard your voice last night riding on the wind. I know it was the old you that whispered sweet nothings because it takes awhile to travel over oceans. It made me sad to hear a person speak who no long exists...

I saw your face last night in the trees as they swayed by the touch of your voice. I know it was the old you that gazed with such eyes, because your eyes are no longer such a green...

I felt your lips last night caressing mine. I knew it wasn't the old you because it was unfamiliar. It must've been my fear of your lips on another's, even though I don't know you anymore...