Time goes by

But things don't really change.
People are the same as they used to be,
The memory of it gets dull to some,
The shiny iron starts to rust,
So it no longer glints in the sun.

Time goes by,
And you figure something else out,
And it hurts worse than the last time,
You would think your brain would provide some numbing,
A protective mechanism,
Just to ease your pain.
But it doesn't.
Maybe it wants you to feel,
So you will always remember,
That she is still the same,
Nothing has changed,
Everything you already knew,
Its still true,
And now you've learned it all over again,
One painful piece at a time.

Time goes by,
And pain fades for a while,
Then its the 6th, or the 23rd of the month,
And the feeling comes back,
What if they were here with us today,
What if I could just go over and hug her,
Rub that man's big greasy head.
Its just another day of the month,
But makes you think,
Has it really been x months?
I wonder if I will still think that when i'm 50,
Has it really been x years and y months?
I wonder if those memories will be as crisp,
As the days they happened.
Is it possible for something like that to fade?
Can you forget something that powerful?

Time goes by,
And people act normal,
I don't know if they remember or not,
Don't know if it really matters to them.
Maybe they're just forgetting little things,
Small details,
Like the way the trees looked behind the lake,
Or the way the water felt different on the skin.
I wonder if they will forget some day.
Forget all about it.
I don't think I could.
I said to my friend:
"Even if I get Alzheimers,
And forget my own name,
I don't know if my mind will ever forget,
What happened that day."

Time goes by,
And I wonder,
When will i figure things out,
When will I not have these feelings,
These times of drought.
Still haven't seen them yet,
And it doesn't look good down the road.
But who knows,
Other than God.

The only thing I know,
Is that time goes by.