Change

I woke up to the falling of leaves by my window.

A season has come to an end.

Perhaps, this was when I decided…

I hate change.

People we love, shouldn’t stop loving us.

That can’t be real, can’t be true…

Love.

Change.

I hate the way it breaks us.

What we thought we had

Is lost…

Forever.

Yes, I hate change.

The way it tears open your wounds.

That you thought had healed.

The way it makes you cry

Over what can never be again.

Never.

Yes, this is my life.

So full, ever so full of…

Change.

I love, I learn, I lose.

And it hurts. But life…

Goes on.

Maybe, in the end, it’s better…

Better to heal, better to love…

Forever.

See, without the change…

There would be no love.

No life.

So, as I stare out my window, I accept…

Change.

Without it,

Love couldn’t teach lessons,

And we couldn’t learn how, the process of…

Moving on.

My life is built on change.

The good, the bad, through pain…

Through tears, would be

My life summed up, as I watch the leaves…

Fall down like my dreams…it seems

Impossible.

To even think, to even dream of a world without…

Change.