I never imagine or seen
in my dreams,
How very soon it happens,
Before I could figure
out,
How it will be to be
snubbed,
Though I try hard to hold
on.
The bond we share to be
alive,
They never have the same
fire as I do,
For it to keep going as
it meant to be.
Like seasons that alter
time to time,
From one to another, too
often they change,
The tenderness in their
voice,
Now is too sharp to
soothe anymore,
I stood far to find them
struggle,
Hard to fit into their
brand new kinship,
Because I’m stupid for them
the way I care much,
Finally to realize the
newer versions of them.
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