things change
sometimes you are borne away
on the mild tide of social entropy
and other times you’re split apart
in a searing flash like nuclear fission.
things change
and despite my hoarding tendencies
i know we can’t spend our time
arranging people on our shelves—
instead we are left to decorate
with memories in quiet rooms.
things change
but we should be kind to ourselves
to ease the very next heartbeat
because while those words fill our eyes
and scorch the earth of the past
they also cast the shadow of a promise:
things change
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