Too Much Leonard Cohen =

Confessional

I loved you
quickly and fully
like anti-aircraft shot
in evening lamplight.

You were mine
but I never
spotted you return fare,
thought you could afford it.

I believed in other Gods,
I know that’s the
first commandment,
sorry.

Out of exhausted clay,
my golem pulled apart
a small cottage
to set an example.

I quit working
like an old car
you loved anyway,
like a government.

The snapshot edges never
curl, haunt me like
promises made to dead
family.

At night,
I wish I had you
back. I would
destroy you again.