Of course it must be “you”
Even though I think of your ashes
As a collection of what you were
I have difficulty seeing
The person in the photo as “you”
Because that’s “were you” too
A moment captured some time back
I knew you then
But it’s not the you I knew at the end
I remember you that last way
The you of the final time I saw you
Not as I watched you aging over the years
From the young and strong when we met
To what time’s made of us
“We come to know each other”
Means we continue to learn
What we continue to become
The persons we keep becoming
Knowing that “you” at the very last
Every second of the you I knew
Before the fire and ash
Lanning Lee 