Time

Time rearranges quiet truths, Paint peels from promises once new. What felt forever learns to bend, And endings dress as something true. Streets remember different feet, Names fade softly from the air. Laughter shifts its shade of sound, What mattered then is lighter there. People change like passing skies— Not wrong, not right, just moving on. Some storms teach us how to stand, Some sunshine shows where we belong. We grow by losing, gain by letting, Heal in ways we never planned. What we were slips from our hands, To make room for who we understand. So if today feels unfamiliar, And yesterday won’t stay the same— That’s life teaching us gently That change is not loss, but flame. -Raj