We, Us, and Me

I don’t cry when I think about them
The people who used to be we and us
Haven’t in quite some time
Every once in a while I see
An old photograph and I’m tempted
I wonder if I should try
But then I remember
The ball is on the other side
Maybe one day we could be
A different type of we
But it’s not up to me to try
I’m a different person now 
And yet still the same
I don’t need us to be
And even though I’m part
Of a different we
I’m all right as me