Little pingpong balls, jumping up up up

Words escaped me.
They jumped around like little pingpong balls.
And I've lost all will to retrieve them.

The sad truth is that people always find a way to move on
Give them enough time and they will forget
At least enough to get through the day
and before long the day becomes days and days become months and months become years
and soon the memories become hazier,
the feelings long gone,
till they become just fact.

There's noone to blame.
Not you, not me, let alone our stupid little hearts.