Transient

Sometimes it feels like nothing lasts

Right now, I’m in our hometown, but it doesn’t feel right

Right now, you’re in a new town, but we haven’t put up a fight

Now, I’m thinking we’re only adding to our pasts

Sometimes it feels like nothing stands

Right now, I don’t see how we can help each other live

Right now, I don’t think there’s too much you’ll let me give

Now, there’s no need to even dust off the shelves

Sometimes it feels like nothing clears

Right now, I’m preparing to pack up my old home

Right now, you’re traveling and I’m finishing this poem

Now, when you return it will most likely be too late to switch gears

Sometimes it feels like nothing stays

Right now, I’m just hoping you’ll still call me your friend

Right now, I’m not sure if we’re reaching an end

Now, I can’t tell how and where this past month weighs.

–Written by Sandy Heights

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