Turn and Wave
|Painting by Henry Wallis|
She stole into my rooms like a thief in the night,
She told me she didn't love me, that I wasn't the 'one',
Somebody else she said, who danced to a different drum.
I gave her all my love, now she has thrown it all away.
The letters and poems she wrote me, all tattered and torn.
Blown away by the wind........
I watched her from my window, saw her walk away,
She did not turn and wave.
This is the last poem I shall write, but do not weep,
for my lost love, my lost life.
I go on another journey, watch for me from your window,
You will see me dancing in the moonlight
and I shall turn and wave.........