Webs we have woven tangled our lives

And lost us the comfort of husbands and wives . . . .


Blazes of our torrid love affair have lapsed

From fires of certainty to embers of perhaps.

Yesterday is a memory; we must now forget

Answers never given and demands never met.


When we by chance meet again,

We will reply when introduced by friends

We share the pleasure of acquaintance

Treating one another with proper patience.


You will surely be with another man,

One of those I could never understand.

I will try to ignore his attitude,

Try to silence impressions I conclude.


The pain of loss will raise its nasty head

As I take leave of you with dread

And that is the way it will be my friend

When we meet by chance again.



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