A dull ache, like some half-remembered pain  

Is all that remains of what we once were  

Together; but that is in the past now,  

And I am left like a child in the rain,  

Cold and alone, peering through misted glass,  

Eager to glimpse the light and life within,  

Craving the warmth of love, but all in vain.  

Forgotten now is the laugh in your voice,  

The touch of your hand, the sight of your face,  

And shadowy thoughts are all that remain  

Of our brief, sweet, autumnal love affair.  

In time I hope that you might recall  

Some memory of joy, but you remain  

Indifferent to me. So it ends, adieu.