The Fault of Pretense

What a merry dance
We made when
I was London and
You were Liverpool
All bright sparks
And shaken heels
I loved you the way
Artists loved starlight
And you loved me

Until the autumn day you
Packed up and went away
Without saying a word
Leaving me to find out
From others I would
Hear no more music
From your guitar

You had only gone visiting
I told myself
Soon you would miss me
And I would find you
In my sun streamed room
A cup of coffee in your hand
But this was a lie

You would never return
To make love with me
On a nest of blankets and pillows
It took me a long time
To learn that when you
Packed you knew you
Were leaving for good
And would never
Come back to me again