When your eyes meet mine
(Those eyes once full of love)
In a chilling stare-
When your lips say
A curt "good day"
(Those lips that once clung to mine)-
When your arms
(That held me once in such a tight embrace)
Are raised now
Only to tip your hat
Or for formal handshakes-
When we meet again
At the old trysting places
Among the old
Familiar scenes
And cannot recall
Even by a glance
The sweet memories
That flock about us
As bees about honey-
Ah! These! These
Hold the deeper sting!