A soft remark
A fallen glance
A brush of fate
Not quite by chance
A beating heart
Stilled with a word
A silent plea
That's never heard
A turn
A walk
Now gone away
A wistful heart
Asks for a stay
It's useless though
Already gone
Though standing still
Time's going on
It's closing time
Now must be going
The broken heart
Is slowly showing
A fallen tear
A stifled cry
Can't even say
A word
Goodbye