Every day I say goodbye
To clouds, to leaves, the sun
What comes tomorrow is a new sun
Clouds still unborn
Strange leaves, unseen birds
My own skin.
Everything changes
Every minute and every hour
Mayflies die in a day
Life is a short son of a bitch
Makes me sad
Too short to love
Too long to suffer
Pointless to wage war on ignorance
And if I begin a letter
I am not the same when I end it
And you are not the same one
I intended it for.
Yesterday I loved you
And today you betrayed me
So tomorrow we’ll both be free
Of love and of suffering.