“So many graves to fill/ Oh love aren’t you tired yet.”
Leonard Cohen

Don’t ask to visit, please.
I live in a different house now.
You don’t know my new address,
nor should you try to find it out.

Don’t phone, don’t sing me songs.
If you feel need to correspond,
suppress yourself, or meditate
on Leonard Cohen’s “The Faith.”

The refrain is what I’m thinking of.
Sit on the mat, with your back straight,
legs crossed; reflect on love as longing
for a long and peaceful sleep.

Don’t think of us as failed or sad.
Imagine us as brave at last,
as love drops down into its grave,
finally deep enough.


©James L. Ralston

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