Yesteryear Caught Fire

'The past is gone' myself proclamed,
Whilst speaking to old me.
'I lit the fire, and it flared to,
And now our future's free!'

'A job well done' old me did say,
Whilst he smouldered himself.
'But I am done, i cannot come,
To this future mental health.'

'But why must we now part our ways?'
I asked my former self,
'It's just the way our fate was writ,
To convenience thyself.'

'But here and now? Why must that be?
It just does not seem fair!'
'You'll cope, new me, but me, myself,
I've taken all i'll bare.'

And so, the me's did seperate,
Old me was cast to flame,
But new me's still among us,
New me, he doth remain.