Changes

The hands of the clock turn
The sun rises and sets
The pages of the calendar are ripped off
The years go by
People change before my eyes,
One in particular is hard to watch,
When I remember who he used to be.
Nothing of that silly little boy is left,
No more than a memory.
The written memories will always be here
Though the mental ones will fade.
I want to see the boy I fell in love with,
Not this stranger.