We.

I am you. You are me. I watch you on the screen. Half my age and half again I see myself, I see you. Running and falling, And crying and singing. I see proof of the days when living was easy. Bunched up curls and bring blue eyes. You stare at the camera, But you're really staring at me. I laugh, I cry, You laugh, You cry. At least a decade separates us. But we are the same thing, Being, Person. I can see you but you can't see me. 

Now I can only look back and try to remember. As you look forward, and don't mean to, but forget. I miss you so much.

I wish I could tell you this, and make things easier for you. If only you knew what I knew now, then maybe you wouldn't have worried about the little things so much.