Change: progress or an unwelcome sorrow?
I’m forced to think it’s a sorrow, old friend.
Into my life you entered from shadows.
Then, in an instant, you were gone again.
Every day a war wages within me.
My consciousness flooded with memories,
Making it difficult for me to breathe.
I hear your voice, haunting and whispering.
I’ve had my share of the hurt and the pain.
And maybe you never cared about me,
But losing you will never be a gain.
My hope for you is that you are happy.
And maybe you’ll look back one day and smile,
And think of me every once and a while.
