Your Only Constant

People come and go,

Things are hot, and then they’re not

You get caught up in all the fads, until they simply wither away

The people we love, die, leaving us only with memories or regrets

Friends leave,

The season’s change, you yourself change.

We fall in and out of Love as easily as swiping left or right

Discarding people like we discard tissue paper.

Not knowing where or to whom to turn to.

Yet, despite it all, one constant remains, just one.

Always there, in the truest sense

Never abandoning, unchanging, predictable, stable.

Even in your most wicked or trying times

That one reliable friend, the one we don’t deserve to have

That one we often take for granted

Keeping you safe and comforting you, without asking for anything in return

The only source of unconditional Love, 

Always merciful, always forgiving

But still too busy we are, to notice

Too consumed by our own ego, to see

Unable to get out of our own way to let Him in

But yet there He is,

The Truth, weaved, embedded into your nature, always enduring

Yet also feeling abandoned and alone, only wishing you’d love Him back.