Life is an Irony

Ironic isn't it? What seems so far away
It was always there beside you
There was not much left to say
It was all written for in the stone to decay
Even though stones are also meant to throw away

It wasn't the first time nor the last
When we said goodbye in the times have past
Now I wonder when and how we become friends
Next to lovers in this enchantment
To nothing but strangers in detachment

But people come and go as life happens
That's what your friends say
But thoughts occur in the bed where I lay
Of what price it took for a shattered dream
To a hopeful pleasure beyond what we seem