Like dust to dust
and ash to ash
you will remain the same man,
because you wish to live in the past.
You tell me that I’ve changed
and I tell you that I’m glad,
because the bigger tree has the best shade you’ll ever have.
The ripples disappear on the water’s surface
and you’re just a sinking rock.
The tree still stands when a branch is cut off
and you’re just an unnecessary part.
I will move forward while you stand still and believe
that you were important enough to break my heart.