A TIP OF THE HAT TO LEONARD COHEN

 
 
 
 You implied a hundred times
 That you thought you should leave
 But every morning when I wake up
 I have you laying by my side
  
 Leonard Cohen inspire me 
 To write down his words
 In a way peculiar to me
 The truth of which I observed
  
 The dear heart that wanted
 To fit into the crook of my arm                            
 Was ready to leave to set me free
 I told her my reaction meant no harm
  
 She had to understand
 I had recently lost my bride
 It was rather soon to have
 A new body by my side
  
 I cried, said she was fine
 I had love for her and her mind
 It wasn’t the same as being in love
 Be patient, dear one; I am kind
  
 She remained; we got along
 At times the road was rough
 But we survived dire episodes
 It showed our love was tough
  
 Four years went by
 There was plenty of excitement 
 Then a head wound created problems
 Treatment was required; no time to vent
  
 A neurosurgeon employed
 Removed the cause of the wound
 The infection Doctor prescribed medication
 An allergy; success was called too soon
  
 Her mental disposition changed
 She suffered from lows and highs
 Blame of course had to be placed
 The hospital at fault was the sigh
  
 She made her decision
 Move back to her condo
 Forget her covenant to me
 Asked why?  Answer:  I don’t know
  
 Then she said she had made a mistake
 Confessed that she had hurt me
 The conversation was disrupted
 Basically she wanted to be free
  
 So she took the path she chose
 Left me alone to walk
 She claimed she was having a wedding
 At least that was the talk
  
 It was only the blessing
 Of a relationship, which
 Made her sort of a Mormon
 Because we still have our covenant 
  
 Now I walk to the window
 Look at the beautiful snow
 Think about that relationship
 It couldn’t have been all for show
  
 All of the wonderful things
 Now just my memories
 The crook of my arm is empty
 I can often taste the misery 
  
 I will take the high road
 Though difficult to hike
 Forgiveness is an absolute
 She is gone; out of sight
  
 I pray for her; I pray for me
 Life unfolds so expectantly
 Sometimes we lose the value
 Of love, honor and respect
  
 Stanski
 February 28, 2021 ^