Another person dies within me

Each year another person in me dies.
For I am not the person I was
yesterday,
last week,
last month,
or last year.
And they are never coming back.

I sometimes glance back into my memories

to see a person,

people,

a former me.

We may look the same

but,

we are from different times and minds. 
We made different choices and chose different paths.

I see me, us, looking forward 
not knowing they will no longer be with me.
Yet, sill present in my memories
of a person I once was

Each day another person dies within me.

-Stranger Z.