A Good Friend...*

Love never dies
a natural death.
It dies because
we don't know how
to replenish
its source.
It dies
of blindness
and errors
and betrayals.
It dies
of illness
and wounds;
it dies
of weariness,
of witherings,
of tarnishings.
--Anais Nin

Leonard Cohen: One of Us Cannot Be Wrong

*...will always stab you in the front.
--Oscar Wilde