Life is never consistent, never still.
Always moving, always changing... different.
Change can either be warm or full of chill...
Regardless, it will still be apparent.
One moment is all that is required
For "what is" to suddenly be "what was".
My mind becomes weary, it is growing tired
Of trying to keep up with what change does.
That moment of inflection can't be found,
The point in time when he became distant.
Everything we once had has now unwound,
"Give in to the end, don't be resistant".
How can I let them succeed, let them win?
I can't surrender yet... I still love him.