Changes

By Vishal Uttamchandani

How painful it is, how sad how strange,

That things and people in life must change.

The people I've loved, the things I've seen,

The countless number of places I've been.

A part of my life they are no more,

Another memory to add to the store.

Yet not so long ago in time,

All these things were really mine.

Everything I ever wanted,

Never appreciated taken for granted.

That one special person I loved so much,

Her smile her face her feel her touch.

I thought we'd be together forever,

My unsuccessful romantic endeavor.

She had some kind of special hold,

I thought together we would grow old.

She came and went like a beautiful season,

What was the cause what was the reason.

Wherever you are, I now confess,

My love for you is still no less.

She was just one to walk away,

So many others came my way.

The word friends just doesn't express enough,

Through good and bad, through smooth and rough.

My troubles and fears they would relieve,

My tall stories they would believe.

The endless amount of silly jokes,

All our mutual dreams and hopes.

When we were together we never thought,

That our time was borrowed never bought.

So the time came for us to part,

Little pieces of my heart.

We wander the world in different places,

Familiar, special, treasured faces.

I hear their voices on the phone,

Brief moments when I'm not alone.

We get together once in a while,

Having travelled another extra mile.

Those times will never return my friends,

With this we have to make amends.

And ocasionally remind one another,

For a while at least we had each other.

So many memories, such a wide range,

How painful it is, how sad, how strange.

By Vishal Uttamchandani