Just like the taste of freshly-baked cakes,
Just like the coming of age of a child,
Just like the fame of an artist,
Just like the ink on a piece of paper,
Just like the promises made to be broken,
Just like the feelings that waver,
Just like the memories of me and you,
The happy moments,
And sad days,
I, too, am temporary.
And that’s okay.
Because just like all things,
Nothing’s permanent, anyway.