"This is not a book to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force." - Dorothy Parker


End of Love

I weaken at the thought

Our love has come to naught.

We were lovers those many years

Now I'm facing my worst fears.

I knew your love was cooling

And I myself was fooling

Lying in bed I softly said

'Where are you dear, come to bed.'

'I'll be there in just a minute.'

I sensed there was nothing in it.

You'd wait until my breathing

Slowed, sensing gentle heaving

As I impatient, fell asleep.

Easy then for you to quietly weep

At not wanting my embrace

The end of love hard to face.

The breaking up that had to come

As loving feelings became numb.

I stopped calling you to bed

And doubts came into my head.

Thoughts bred of another lover

Your coldness just a cover.

Should I pack up first and leave

To find a refuge, a place to grieve.

Or should one day I find you gone

And read your note, my face wan.

Drained of the blood of life

Missing my beloved wife.

Douglas Evered