September Man (What I recieved in the final days with a man with a confused heart)

No Sweet Hello
No warm embrace
No tender words
No smile
No loving glance
No gentle touch
No time to stay awhile

No private jokes
No special names
No compliments
No flowers
No needed strokes
No laying close
No sharing love for hours

No birthday wish
No Christmas card
No kiss to say you care
No hope for me
No chance for love
No happiness, no fair

No vows to make
No trust to keep
No more need to say "be true"

No way to last
No good, my love
No us
No me
No you.