Authority, the subject, and humanity
or
You me and the family


I have not forgotten my family. They are my past. They are more, I concur. But they are my past, and I am but me.
I can care for them while looking to be them in some way as they see me. But they can't, for they are more than they. And for this divine way of life, I cannot forgo my past.
I have lived enough.
I can bask till I die on the wonders of my life. It was celestial. And 'till I am spent, I will suffer for my nostalgia, for inhaling the sweet smell of memories.

It is for the love I felt I am compelled to re-live that I will do as I do. And see of it what you will. It is something that neither of us can corroborate alone. We are one.