people change

April 8, 2011
People change, move on and grow old
The smells of the past haunt me
Sounds of laughter drowned out by the silence
The blue of the night is faded to grey
Smiles have evolved into frowns
Dust collects over the pictures lying in the box
The phone doesn’t ring anymore
The comfort you once brought me
Now conveys pain
Things were different, life was different, before you changed.

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