In Memory of Leonard Cohen



I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip
On the past.

And I miss you so much.
There’s no one in sight.
And we’re still making love
In my secret life.


(September 21, 1934 – November 7, 2016)

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