I saw you today
and you didn't look the same
three years have flown by
but its more than just time
the look in your eyes
the shadows on your face
your stance and your air
all say that you've changed
i loved you once
and in a way always will
but i can't help but wonder
what happened to you?
when did you stop smiling
and choose smoking instead
when did you stop sports
and choose violence instead
i can't help but think
how much we've both changed
in these last three years
you seem angry, defensive
with a large facade
i look at you
and want to break down those walls
but you're not the boy
that i once knew and loved
you're something quite different
but i'm not quite sure what
I'm not sure how to deal with you
or how i should act
all i know is i'm drawn to you
like a moth to a flame
Our time on earth is an irreplaceable gift, one to be treasured and relished for every moment; life is a fragile gift that is delivered to us in pieces, and it only achieves meaning as we cherish and blend the pieces---even the seemingly insignificant pieces---into a full universal whole.