After All

After all the poems I wrote
After all the times I said
After all the times you didn't
After all the times we did
After all the times there weren't
After all the times there were
After all the times I almost
After all the times you didn't
After all the times we wasted
After all the times we lived
After all the times we died
After all the times we almost made it

But there is no after all 
After all there is no more
But there is no after all

-Debbie Calverley

RIP Leonard Cohen

Mission

I've worked at my work
I've slept at my sleep
I've died at my death
And now I can leave
Leave what is needed
And leave what is full
Need in the Spirit
And need in the Hole
Beloved, I'm yours
As I've always been
From marrow to pore
From longing to skin
Now that my mission
Has come to its end:
Pray I'm forgiven
The life that I've led
The Body I chased
It chased me as well
My longing's a place
My dying a sail 

  Leonard Cohen

  Book of Longing

Late Night Conversation

Quit bitching, he typed
Delete too easy -
It's all about perspective.

- Debbie Calverley