Dear Anne

Dear Anne-

I'm different now, you've noted. Believe me, so have I.
But I simply cannot understand how... or even why.
I'm not sorry that I've changed, I know I'm not the same,
But you see... we're supposed to do that... it's all a part of the game.
Good change is fine, but bad will always trail behind it,
My heart, good or bad, I'm struggling to find it.
I guess that I'm distracted, more so than I used to be,
But I'm sorry to break it to you, dear: This really is just me.

Love,
Me