Change

Change

By Graham Stickles


Sitting in the back seat,
the windshield wipers sang to me a lovely birdsong
as we held hands like playground lovers
and traded kisses and short glances as it rained.
Naivety and ignorance were heavy upon our breath
as we spoke lies of forever and somedays that
would never come to pass.
We smiled, yes we smiled—
masking uncertainty
with love-drunk optimism.
And looking back, it came and went
like all things under the stars.
I hold no regrets but for having to learn
so early the simple truth of
"People change."
I hold no grudge but for the cells
that make up our brains,
which promise only brevity
in matters of content.
Like all under the stars,
it came and then it went.
So, I sit writing long after
things have settled down.
I am blessed with hindsight and
experience, but the lesson remains.
Fleeting are the moments worth
remembering,
and try as one might,
people change.

My friend Graham wrote this poem a while ago. He has one of the most beautiful minds that I know. He is a good person. I hope he writes for a living one day.

Poetry Corner (Music soon),

Wesley Hunter Wren