these good days never end with a spark like they start
what was once resounding laughter fades into hushed tones
favorite crass comments said as jests are forgotten
endless conversations diminish to hazy thoughts left unsaid
different hands that fit together forget one another's touch
and these days disappear like the moon does at dawn

these good days never end with a spark - they dwindle slowly
but at least there is time for one to wave goodbye to them