A whiff of her perfume drives you crazy
An aroma that will never be forgotten
As the beauty of a purple daisy
Majestically planted in a field of white cotton
Yet you must let her go
For to try and keep her would mean sin
And she had let you know
That it is a love you can never win
Still you must be there to see her go
For to stay away would not be forgot
And she well always be dear in your heart
So to suffer is to be your lot
The practiced words come so easy
They are memorized and well versed
Why does your stomach feel so queasy?
You only have to say them as rehearsed
Storm clouds are enveloping the sky
The air is alive with singing birds
Two joggers as one come trotting by
Well their chattering drown out your words?
But none are you able to say
As a train comes rumbling down the track
And she pauses quickly and on her way
And you know she well not look back
So to continue would only be absurd
And yet the tears you cannot hold back
And they now go on as unheard
As the sound of her train disappears down the track
The blue skies soon begin to turn Grey
And the falling rain hides your tears
Once again storm clouds invade your day
And far down the track a trail of smoke disappears