Change comes like the ticking of seconds -
Inevitable, oftentimes fearsome and sad.
A wrinkle in time that knocks on your door,
Forcing you to confront issues you repeatedly tried to ignore.
Change, it sometimes comes to you in secret,
Only knowing it is real when it is there.
Most of the time it is a welcomed guest,
But more often that not, a suspicious stranger.
It is a hurtful blow, at the same time a comforting hug -
A feigned innocence that relinquishes strength.
Change sometimes kisses you on your cheek for a good night sleep,
Or it could be a nightmare that haunts you in your dreams.
The indifference and apathy that ruins the heart,
The smell of a sweet perfume that you did not have.
Change is a game that may lead to a tragic play,
The regret of forgetting the words you needed to say.
