They say that love makes time pass, and
       time makes love pass;
              I guess that would explain
         your timely disappearing acts . . .
 
 
They say that people change and
       forget to tell each other;
              I wonder when exactly
         we became unfamiliar lovers . . .
 
 
They say that only after something’s gone
       do you miss what you had –
              I say two out of three
         ain’t bad.