The Ride

It's a shame how it goes,
Things that are lost against things that are owed,
The people we love who become just people we've known,
The laughs once shared on faces which shone, to faces that now no longer glow,
Memories are the moments you can only grasp, days gone by just rest behind these days that are here.
Daydreams become what happened between you , all the smooth and rough, the bad the worse
They end with a nod of acknowledgement not a shake of avoidance. It had been a present, the gift.