sometimes, people change for the better.
sometimes, people change for the worse.

you changed as quickly as an indian summer;
as quickly as a year without the touch of autumn -

one day, calm and soothing;
unleashing a smile like summer sunshine,
warming everything from the inside out.
the next day, cold and unfeeling;
retreating behind your frigid walls,
like the moon being hidden by curling fog.

sometimes, people change alone.
sometimes, people change by themselves.
sometimes, people change in secret.

sometimes, the ones who love them have to watch the change.
sometimes, the ones who love them have to watch the transformation.
sometimes, the ones who love them are unable to stop it; unable to scream.
sometimes, the ones who love them are unable to warn them of their
horrible,
horrible,
mistake;
with tears shining in their eyes
but not quite knowing how to fall past their lashes.