Is it that hard to accept?
That nothing is permanent.
That people had to walk away.
A stranger. A romance. A parent.
Even a long and lasting friend.
They all come and go, it hurts.
As friendships build you,
True friends slowly fades away
Slowly in the slow decay of time.
Truth spills this bittersweet realisation.
Because we live in the present
And don't ever rely on memories.
Time are like places and places are like trains.
Stare at a familiar face at a distance,
until it becomes too far to recognize.
And as you reach the final destination,
You forget an unreachable person.
Yet the feeling remains true.
Did you let go of them? Nope.
Please my dear, do understand.
Everyone is in transit.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
Is it that hard to accept?
That nothing is permanent.
That people had to walk away.
A stranger. A romance. A parent.
Even a long and lasting friend.
They all come and go, it hurts.
As friendships build you,
True friends slowly fades away
Slowly in the slow decay of time.
Truth spills this bittersweet realisation.
Because we live in the present
And don't ever rely on memories.
Time are like places and places are like trains.
Stare at a familiar face at a distance,
until it becomes too far to recognize.
And as you reach the final destination,
You forget an unreachable person.
Yet the feeling remains true.
Did you let go of them? Nope.
Please my dear, do understand.
Everyone is in transit.
Why do people say goodbye?