Her Way

I asked her did she love me,

     The while I held her hand;

Her eyes they looked above me,

     Or sought the shifting sand.

You told me love you’d tell me,

     To-day, this hour, I cried;

A silence then befell me,

     She cast my hand aside.

And then she told me plainly,

     Defiant eyes half-hid;

She couldn’t, wouldn’t love me,

     And then I knew she did!

July 16, ‘98

B. Globe, July 19, ‘98