Preached
Meant to be wise
"Nothing so more permanent than change" my grandmother preaches like she believes it to be the answer
Or solution
But there is no solution
The never agains never happen anymore
They are the people who once cared
Once trusted
Once was a friend or at least a comfort
To soften the blow of change
Inevitable change
But then they leave they always leave me
A fish out of water I try to hold on to their memory as if it'll keep going till I fall back into the safety of the pond.
I am a child constantly being taught that it's not abandonment, that it is simple and easy separation.
So it's easy for them?
To not have me in their life anymore?
Because
It's not easy for me!
We always made the joke we'd forget how to breathe without the other so how come you thrive while I perish without air?
It's because you're never agins.
I wouldn't get to ask you why you left
Even if I know why you left I still want to ask
Because by asking I get talk to you again.
