I heard Cohen talking last night,
He was whispering in my left ear.
He said he knows, that it aint right,
for the daughters were killing off Lear.

Whispering softly that I am a bit lost,
that my loves are nowhere near me.
He says that all loves comes at a cost,
that I was naive to think it was free.

That's not what he said, but what I got
Cold bruises still aching in memories' thigh.
He says that time is no friend, but use your lot.
Don't spend it crying, don't say goodbye.

"You'll be fine."

- wrote this a long time ago, not the best thing ever...just re-found it....-