The close embrace, the bosomed hug,
The cases hauled out of the boot,
The tightened lips, the helpless shrug,
The watch face no-one can refute.
But though we part, it’s not the end
Despite our deep and voiceless fears.
Though weeks may pass, or months or years,
The day will come again, dear friend,
When once again I’ll kiss your face
And clasp you in a tight embrace
And we’ll resume, as though the chime
Of clocks were not the mark of time.
But now we’ll sing our sad refrain
Until we come to meet again.