Change
“It’s coming.” Said you
“What’s that?” Said i
“Change.” Said you
“Change? Change has come and gone and come again. It’s the only constant. You’ve been busy. Haven’t noticed.” Said i
“But I’m afraid of change.” Said you
“The hardest part is waiting. With change you skip-the-line. It’s a VIP pass straight to the ride.” Said i
With desperation you looked at me
I could see adequate fascination in your deep blue eyes
You questioned my actions
An intensity only you could deliver.
Remember the only constant in time is change
and only change is constant
I warned
Trying desperately to make you understand
the future is not something I can tell
nor do I know if I can give
what you want
if I only knew what it was
And if I did know these answers would I relinquish them so willing?
So time lingered
as predicted
adequacy became waning
as I warned
Parting company was easy, no hard feelings
except for a slight loneliness we had both dealt with before
with others we cared only too little about
It’s too bad we felt this way
for we too
remain constant
as changes always do