Driftwood #5230

I remember when,

before things changed,

the way it was

will never be again.

I wish I could go back,

change the outcome,

have things remain

the way they were…

But it’s too late,

time marches on…

I could say these words

tell you what you mean to me

but you have changed

as I have changed…

we keep changing

and now we’ve

drifted apart….