“You can’t go back to”

You can’t go back to

I wanted everything and I wanted nothing.

You held me so tightly, made me feel so loved and so needed.

I was fleeing love when the flame was alive and growing.

I left you and abandoned you to descend to heartbreak and a self-made prison of sadness.

Today I remember pale white skin against my flesh and shining eyes of love.

I learn. When love dies, love is dead. Your sadness became my sadness.

I learn the misfortune act of a foolish man learn too late.

You can’t go back to love that was forsaken and abused.

Coyote/John Castellenas