someday

Written for a friend who has drifted away.

Someday
2-19-2004

How is it that, after so short a time
What was once a flowing river
is now just a trickling stream?
The people who used to talk for hours
are now left with nothing to say
Does absence really make the heart grow fonder?
I say it makes the heart grow colder
piece by piece untell there is nothing left
of a love that used to be
how else could you survive?
You cannot live out your days
wishing for what was
there comes a time when you must realize
the life you had is gone
that even the pieces you may attempt to reclaim
will never again make a whole
i used to think that someday
i would find a love that lasted forever
now i am resigned to the possibility
that someday will probably never come.