In a blink of an eye,
you never know when to expect a goodbye.
It's amazing how people come and go,
as winter ends and flowers begin to grow.
We're never prepared for when someone walks away,
Nor when soemone new comes into the picture and actually stays.
Why must one that mean so much to us, walk through the door.
To only look back on what used to be, but will never be anymore.
Once someone begins falling through the cracks,
it's feels impossible trying to getting them back.
No matter how tight our grip may be,
Some people in our life just aren't meant to stay.
They're gone like a beautiful sunset,
You only get a glimpse of for that moment.