"Nothing is constant."
My mother's voice is squeaky yet soothing.
"You're learning a new concept."
Words try their best to move me.

"Afraid of commitment..."
Her ears are blush red at the tips.
"Anyone can work through distance."
My friend places her hands on her hips.

"He came, he saw, he conquered "
My mind replays each scene.
"Perhaps, he was made to wander..."
Curious and nineteen.

"We should stop seeing each other."
His voice distorted through the phone.
"I wasn't ready for a lover."
His disposition now known.