There comes a day when a love that’s frail
Will shatter at a touch,
No matter how long it’s been that way
And has hung together, just,
The storm that gathers at eye and lip
Bursts out of a clear blue sky,
In a day of rage that will turn the page
And will leave you asking why?

The clouds will gather, the lightning strike
And the swift torrential rain,
Will tear apart an uncertain heart
And will douse your love with pain,
It matters not if you back away
Or appease a fevered mind,
For words are said that in truth are bled
From a feeling most unkind.

You’re torn apart in a retrospect
Of the years you thought were fine,
But now discover that ancient lover
Was keeping tabs on time,
It seems that nothing was ever right
That you did in years before,
The cruel asides and the parting jibes
As they slam that final door.

It taints the best of your memories
It empties feelings inside,
It’s like a war with an empty core
Lost in a sea of pride,
But even then when you can’t pretend
That the end is worth a sigh,
The saddest sound in that dismal round
Is that final word, ‘Goodbye!’

David Lewis Paget