Can’t go back.

Can’t go back…

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