Leonard Cohen — Deprived

Deprived of Sahara's company I looked around the room and spied her purse at the foot of the chair I went through every item in a little notebook written with an eyebrow pencil I found the very poem which you are reading now— the writing smudged but word for word: “Straighten up, little warrior,” it ended “It's not as though you wasted your life by loving me.”