I guess one of the parts of life we like to ignore

Is that no matter how much we hope things won’t change,

They always will,

And we have no control.

One day the boy in your biology class

You swore you wouldn’t forget his name

Will cross your mind

And you’ll ask yourself what color his hair was.

You won’t know, and you’ll forget again.

And I think we don’t realize that that part is so sad.

Or maybe we choose to not think about it

Because someday the regular at the coffee shop will order for the last time.

Someday the faded seat in the family diner

Will be torn out and replaced with something new.

With the night comes darkness,

But also stars.

Good change.

So promise yourself some more that you won’t

Dye your hair, lose your keys like your mom does every morning.

Change often happens when we aren’t looking for it.