Like strangers passing every day,
You turned your head the other way.
I could not bring myself to say,
"Give me a smile like yesterday".

When going home from work each night,
I sit alone by the firelight.
On my lip I have to bite,
As I think of us when life was right.

My mind in turmoil, I sit in despair,
Thinking how this life is not fair,
When the one of whom you truly care,
Has left only a photograph at which to stare.

I wander a hundred times into the hall,
But suppress the urge to give you a call,
Because your heart belongs to another,
And to hear your voice would pain me further.

When calling at our usual places,
I see the same familiar faces.
They study my eyes looking for a sign,
To see if I'm sad or looking fine.

I go in search of love again,
Not knowing who or where or when.
But with time and patience and a healing heart,
I'll forget the day we had to part.

(c) John McKay Withey.