Five Days

But it's a pity I couldn't say goodbye
the way I'd like to,
to give you another fondness
to recall me by.

I remember the day that I caught your eye:
I don't really know what it was you saw,
but to have been in that smile.

And it's good the weeks apart
weren't simply thrown away:
that we had time to say hello
as lovers like to do.

But it couldn't really work;
you saw that then,
and now I see it too.
But there'll always be affection,
and the smile in your eye.