Who Was I?

When you meet someone after quarter of a century
Thoughts go that do I know them or they me?
A shadow of memory I remember
The groups of which I was a member.

But my train came, I had to leave,
I had then wiped my tears on a sleeve.
Crossed that station many a time
If I had gotten off then, I wouldnt be writing this rhyme.

The train often stops, memories do not,
The feelings forming in my mouth a deep knot
Some I cling on to, some I forget,
Ill get off this time at the station, I dont wish to later regret

Like a moth drawn to a flame, I Don't know why,
I need to get off to find out Who was I?