Maybe over the years people forget what they were holding on to so dearly.
The incessant fights the meaningless endless squabbles.
Memory fades, details are forgotten and what remains are broken fragments
Scattered through time and space.
Some lingering on for some sort permanence, whilst the rest wilts away like they do every autumn
The regularity of it creeps in, but doesn't quite sink in yet.
Till the years pass by and everything changes,
Except the big void that has been engulfing you.