changes

( i've been listening to a lot more simon & garfunkel recently so enjoy this little drabble :) )

I have never claimed to be a saint or something more than human,

though I look through my past and see I've been flawed.

People grow and change, though I feel immune.

He tells me he is proud as he sits in his chair, and

I nod as he tells me this. Though,

my life within tells a different story.

I may not see it as I am the one changing,

like a growth spurt.

How much does it do, change? She looks

at me,

really looks at me,

and I don't see much in her face other

than casuality.

She has been slipping away from me and

I cannot keep her with me.

Do I let her go, 

go where she wants? Maybe

it would be best, but I don't want her to leave.

Last year, I sat in this seat and babbled

about her.

Now she is a ghost, she breathes

few words into my ear and vanishes.

She is changing too, life forever

changes.

I want to change.