You said its over

you turned and walked away
on that awful quicksand day,
and the wind just kept
screaming in my ears. . .

you sobbed and slipped away
on that dark and dreary day,
and the moon was pale
and wet from all our tears.  .  .

you stared and turned away
on that lowdown dismal day,
and finalized my
long suspected fears. . .

you cried and ran away
on that disenchanted day,
and i contemplated
all my future years . . .



1972