Suddenly the night has grown colder
Alessandra says she cannot stay
Turning in the dark to kiss her
Alessandra waves her doubt away.
As one prepared so long for this occasion
In full control of ruins time bestows
Do not make a coward's explanation
Do not stoop to anything so low.
It's not a dream, some sorrow that you'll master
A war of minutes, her reticence like frost
Say goodbye to Alessandra's leaving
Then say goodbye to Alessandra lost.
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after leonard cohen
auditioning poems for new collection...this one a work in progress