And what remains has lost its shine:
Those diamond souls from a brighter time
That shattered before they were mine(d)
And faded away beyond my eyes.
With a year they came—
In a day they’re gone—
It doubts if years do matter anyway
In stopping them from turning away,
Leaving a polished friendship to decay
And me, only their stranger once again.
It doubts if those years had even occurred,
Unturning the stones that we had turned;
It leaves me alone in bed disturbed
That all I’ve said had never been heard.
And now I realize—
But after so long—
That diamond souls from a brighter time
Have made me no richer in my life
If a year was what we needed to unite
And a day was all it took to divide.
Personal note: I reckon any motley fool could grant me solace.