Year draws to a close again
But those lines on your face
Careworn and persistent
They're going nowhere
And neither are you
Attained through sacrifice
Earned through suffering
The knife has yet to dull
In your back, out of reach
And you must leave it there
So you will never forget
Can't afford to make mistakes
Comfort is a luxury of youth
But your former soul mate
Ever the teacher
Taught you something
Far more valuable
Trust is a luxury as well
One you can never reclaim
