Change is difficult, As we are mired by our burdens. Holding on to a permanence and comfort, In a world that does not care.
We don't need much to simply be; Food, shelter, warmth, touch, And things that could move our hearts. Yet these days they are all replaceable / consumable.
Except, for a few treasured keepsakes. That anchor us to our moments of connection. Though even they fade— As we too are consumables.