They say I\'m still in Love with you
And Pine for a loving Word.
And since you left these feelings grew;
Such things are quite absurd.
And of you Picture beside my Bed
To ease my longing Pain;
I\'ll knock such Gossip on its Head:
I\'ve always liked the Frame.
They say I\'ve kept your Letters still
And to Burn would never do;
But the simple fact I never will:
The Ribbons are frankly New.
And the Watch you gave just suits me fine,
You\'d think I\'d sell for Scrap;
For it\'s a little bit Scruffed and it\'s losing Time:
But I always liked the Strap.
To those Holiday Snaps in Sunny Spain,
They say I intend to keep;
Well I\'ve said before and I\'ll say again:
The Film was never Cheap.
As for that Collage of you and me
Displayed for Friends and all;
Its hanging there so eyes can\'t see:
The Cracks along the Wall.
So truth is there for all to View,
The Reasons underlined;
All thoughts of you have taken flight-
And never grace my Mind.