The once green leaves  are turning brown ,
as Autumn dons her golden crown .
In leafy meadows that Menander still ,
a  shrivel of leaves ,
down leafy hills .
For could you ever feel my pain ?
did  you and I ever feel the same ?
A cold granit stone is our reminder of where we used to lay
in tall green grass and fields of hay .

Yet  if this is where our love must end  
for at least a rotting corpse just has one friend .
She brings it flowers at weekends ,
to  mourn the loss of her once best friend .

But I don’t even have that of you ,
for all  I get is to walk and talk and think of you .

For what else am I supposed to do ?
For if love was ever meant to be it wouldn’t be for the likes of
you and me .

hanging rainbows from every cloud ,
ducking showers ,
getting wet ,
kissing just when it’s about to rain .
Yet her3 is where our grave yard lies
beneath thick black clouds and stormy skies
And this is where our rainbow ends
sat all alone on my sofa without a friend