The Day It Changed

 It was on that day I came to know,
That some paths are meant to let go.
The same day returns with every year,
Bringing silent memories near.

The heart pauses for no clear reason,
As though time itself remembers the season.
It searches for what no longer stays,
Yet walks the same familiar ways.

Failure greets with an old embrace,
As if it has memorized my face.
Ah, fate... play your games if you must;
One day, even you will return to dust.