extinction
how is it that all good things come to an end
no matter how much you love it, no matter how much you want it
you cannot make it last forever
good times turn into memories, photographs for you to hang onto the walls of your brain
smiles become engravings in the journal of your life, they are for you to come back to, but never relive the same way
the people that once meant the world to you change, their names now echo with many feelings of remembrance
and you, too, change
