Gone (Untitled)

Have you noticed how love dies
In the voice and in the eyes?
Not with blows and not with curses
Not with grievances she nurses
Have you noticed how love dies
In the voice and in the eyes?

The loving gesture gone
Gone too the little token
Late for appointments the appointments broken
The promised call forgotten, then denied.

by Lorna Bain — December 29th, 1985