Tome

I saw a little of the life I had,
Of the person that I’d been.
Old faces, new locations,
A pattern I’d often seen.
Parts of it brought ease,
Parts of it were intoxicating,
But I am no longer green,
And sitting is no longer waiting.
I saw a little of the life I had,
But I glowed at returning home.
I saw a difference there in us,
Which I sense will require a tome.