This life’s got “emnity” on the label.
You put the coins onto the table
You stand up, a bit unstable
You haven’t answered. Am I able

To let you leave without a word?
And up to now, I haven’t heard
The answer. I must try to gird

Myself to read between the lines
I can’t pretend I’ve missed the signs
We pay for errors with great fines

Your coffee’s empty; my heart’s full
My mouth’s filled with cotton wool
And rapidly away you pull

Away from me, and from a chance
Of ever joining in the dance

Your shadow drags across my floor
And I won’t see you any more.

All rhymes are fled. Our friendship’s lost.

All rhymes are fled. Our friendship’s lost.