Cos some things change, and some things don't.

"Things change," you once said.
I nodded, that was what I'd read.
And that was what I believed, I'd
Have done so had you been dead.

And so I observed with interest,
And honestly tried my very best
To stop some from changing but you
Were true, unlike the swaying rest.

So much did I believe you, I forgot
To check myself, that, I had not.
And so, I realised all of a sudden
That I had, slowly, started to rot.

You told me things about change, but you
Had not warned me of what change can do.
So I floundered, trying to stay afloat, and
Seeing others change, I saw myself too.

What am I to do when I turn around
And find you've gone without a sound?
To my horror I realise you too have
Changed, and I am by myself bound.

Is it your hubris that till the end
Refused to let your words bend?
So much so you had to change,
And now I am left alone to mend.

Then I realise that for all your words,
No matter how people change in herds,
There are some things that, forever,
Fly away from change, as swift as birds.

Never-changing, ever-constant,
Never flickering, not for an instant.
Memories they are that never change,
It's them, not you, that's important.