Seconds, minutes, hours, days.
It all goes by in so many ways.
But you can't see through the haze.
Too blinded to complete the maze.

As time fades, so does your shine.
The memories turn into a shrine.
We attempt to let them age like wine.
To prove to ourselves that it was fine.

But the truth is that everything will end.
The colors blur and then then they will blend.
And all I wanted was to have a friend.
But now all I have is the memory to send.

So think back and smile, and remember the good.
Although it faded like no one expected it could.
And honestly I never thought that it would.
But now I reflect at the spot where we stood.