25 July, 2010

Leonard Cohen

The last time you loved me,
I was wearing uncomfortable shoes.
Therefore, I did not pay attention.

The last time you loved me,
the weather was cold and wet and gray.
Inside, there was movie theatre carpet.

The last time you loved me,
you probably didn’t realize it.
We were of awe of each other, still.

The last time you loved me,
his melodies sang us to sleep.
You still knew all the words.

The last time you loved me,
I had not felt yet this desperation.
Anger, disappointment, endless rage.

The last time you loved me,
the spell was unbroken.
I was still foolish, and yours.

The last time you loved me
was the last time you would love me.
One day will be my last time too.

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