I try to keep in touch

I try to keep in touch wherever I am
I don't say I love you
I don't say I worked it out
The sun comes in the skylight
My work calls to me
Sweet as the sound of the creek
Beside the cabin in Tennessee
I listen at my desk
And I am almost ready to forgive
The ones who tried to crush us
With their fine systems
Your beauty is everywhere
Which we distilled together
Out of the hard times.

You will never feel me leading you
Forever I escape your homage
I have no ideas to shackle you
I have nothing in mind for you
I have no prayers to put you in
I live for you
Without the memory of what you deserve
Or what you do not deserve.

- L. Cohen