No reproaches touched her lips,
And mine touched a ready smile;
When we both agreed that
Our relationship had gone the mile.
“Life goes on”, “Change is the only constant…”
And such other trite banalities
Weren’t needed. Neither of us had ever
Had any use for formalities.
I touched her hand, she clasped mine,
And the embrace was quite warm,
Perhaps a trifle too long. She said:
“May the fates keep you from harm”
And I left her at the airport,
And I waited for my soul to fly,
But that hypocrite was drowning,
In the tear at the corner of her eye.