"You're changing," I whisper to myself 

"So am I," whispers the wind 

I think change is good 

Change is the way the air cools at night 

Change is the way I'm back at school again 

I never realized I was lonely 

Until they day I met you

And then you left.

And it’s not that I really knew you

More like a friendly face

And it’s not like we will ever be more than that.