You lose some, you gain some.
lose a home
gain a house
lose a mother
gain a mistress
lose a life
gain death
gain love
lose childhood
lose memories
lose sunshine
gain rain
lose a farm
gain a city
very few constants
sister-dog-doll
books-attic-box
those constants
are rare
yet the photographs show what I've lost
I can never go back there
and the moments slip past
each will never be again
and I'll lose you
and you will never be here
we will never be again