Now

the clouds continue to move
(perhaps they are the same clouds),

so much has happened in the in-between
(and now I am different)

the piles of work are ceaseless
(which stop me from reflecting, inhibit my time),

my name is the same, and my face relatively similar
(to the way you saw it),

almost a year has passed, the days shorter
(because I do not remember you, much).