She's Out

Don’t ask me who or why

All I know is that she's out of my heart,

She drifted with the whirlwind long ago

And I don't know whether to laugh or to cry.

Despite my sad and faded face,

Though there are shadows on my brow

Truth be told, not often a robin comes to build its nest

Upon the leafless bough.

I once welcomed her royally into my arms,

That was years ago, but awful was her faithfulness
And it cuts like a knife, especially

When you want to keep your love deep inside you.

Now she's out and she knows

My love can’t wait on indecision.