People walk in and out of your life so easily.
Just when you found someone that you are willing to share,
Poof! There he goes, leaving you disappointed and puzzled,
wondering why we let them in in the first place.

In the endless flow of time,
it all seems dispensable and minute;
but in our own limited life time,
it stings like a burning wound inside.

Is such scar a prove of our living and existence?
Nah! To me it is a mark of how pathetic we are.
Nothing is everlasting and so is a "seasonal" friend,
yet, we still naively yearn for more.