Something Old, Something New.

I meet new people every day,

Their smiles feel warm, they seem okay.

We talk about the things we like,

And for a moment, things feel right.

But in the back of my mind, I wonder,

Will they stay or drift like summer?

Will we fade like old memories,

Or hold on, like roots to trees?

I laugh with them, I share my time,

But still, I’m nervous, feeling like

They might be gone before I know,

Like friends from long ago.

I want to believe these moments last,

But the future comes too fast.

Will they stick around, or just drift by?

It’s hard to know, and harder to try.

Still, I hope they’ll stay a while,

Even if just for a mile.

Because, for now, I’ll take the chance—

To meet, to talk, and maybe dance.