Had you a ready wit and infectious laugh?
Did you hurl absurd accusations that were often really daft,
And your sense of fun, was it comfort warm
Did you totally taken me, by storm?
For with each silent passing day
The flame of desire and fondness fades.
Shadows of what was, float away,
Now new exciting pleasures in your space stay.
And there he is smiling, sitting across the table
With his lopsided grin and aristocratic chin,
I do not think of you; I’m unable.
Do I miss you
When I knew from the past, together we would not last.
Our fun was ephemeral, and now just a memory.