People leave without you knowing

A piece of your heart is left in the dust

Nobody there to claim it but yourself

You wonder to the heavens, why they’d left

Logically speaking, life shows us the seasons

Every season comes a time when those who reside with us

Whither away into a new horizon without us

All you’re left are the memories and heartache

Only on rare occasions will a friend become family

© Rising Lionheart