and belief can not take me
where I want to go
https://mjb-lessonsfromlife.blogspot.com/ "Out of life's school of war: What does not destroy me, makes me stronger." Nietzsche
what I thought was going to last,
drains like sand from the hour glass
did I blink, when that look faded?
my ears not attuned to closing doors
to the smile, that came more slowly
to the touch, growing cold, before it was withdrawn
to love, that packs its bags and leaves
the passport stamped with yesterday
you gave me a leather jacket