Change

Something's are good for change. Other times, change just sucks.

You are

the only thing I know

like the palm of my hand.

I listen

as the wind blows

through my ears.

You saw us together, so similar,

like looking into a mirror.

I watch

our lives fall out

through my fingers like sand.

It's a sad picture

after the storm hits us.

We are scarred.

We are hurt.

Is this

really the end

of all we've been through,

together me and you?

Let's pray things change,

I don't

ever want to lose you.

Why is it

the more you're gone,

I need you.

And there's

the fact that you

don't even see me anymore.

Author's Note

Is change always good?