There's always a sense of grief when something is lost be it small be it big be it seemingly insignificant be it a sense of joy on a cloudy day be it the favorite jacket on a rainy one However, there is also a sort of grief when things change and are no longer what they were. That sense of falling out of love with something is sometimes more crushing than had it gone away completely Because how can you grieve when it's staring back at you with eyes you don't recognize and a voice all wrong. The little things in the world like the way a crosswalk is painted or the way that a bird sings or how your own handwriting has changed so much it would probably be to a child you, unrecognizable There are parts that can never go back just a bone set, in the best way it can but never perfect forever crooked And that's just part of life but let us grieve it, the change don't bring us shame for nostalgia turned sour with knowledge because sometimes the only way is disconnecting, violently that thing we loved from whomever, whatever, created it and sometimes its digging the grave ourselves and loveling packing the dirt saying simply to it, before its gone I'll never forget how much I loved you