Amazing how easily we forgot,
it’s cold as soon as it’s again hot,
or the raw feel of our thirst
as soon as we had water first.
Pain, only as long as it linger;
ends when joy points a finger.
Many promises we had sworn
are as soon not again our own.
The personal stories we told
long before we got this old,
Or plans we drew up and made
before we realized what we said.
The friendships’ wasted hugs
as quickly, is all stale and bugs.
That shoulder we so cried on
we now see and as quickly run.
Those hands that shook ours
now reach out from towers,
As soon as we forgot again;
it’s dry, but again it will rain.
