To who?

This was a very interesting poem. I didnt understand it the first three times i read it, but i was persistent in that i wanted to know what it meant, or atleast come to a conclusion about what i thought it meant.

After the third time that i read it i decided to take a different approach to reading it; instead of reading it and pausing where i thought i should pause, i just read it straight through without pausing, which is how i think that the author intended for it to be read.

As i read it i applied the title to all of the lines, i applied to to how i would talk to myself if i were to write a poem to myself. It all started to make perfect sense. For example, when the author states that he is not last when he doesnt find himself, it makes perfect sense, because no matter how lost you think you are, you always find yourself, and you will always be there. The true you i mean. Then he refers to times when he could have sworn he remembered himself long ago, but that he could remember seeing himself just a moment ago. I can relate to this all the time because i remember how i was, and then i will catch a glimpse of the old me, or true me in instances that are close to the present time.

This whole entire poem is about losing oneself but that person is always there, that person just needs to be looked for and you will find it. The true you is never gone, but sometimes that person just gets burried under a bunch of crap, and lies, and bad things that are not the true person that one intends to be.