I remember when you went away;
my heart grew weary and I cried in secret.
No one knew about us, at least no more than we allowed.
I think it best now that they still don't know.
What good would it do?

You didn't say goodbye to me, nor I to you.
We were naive and thought one would return to the other.
A word unspoken meant no less; our eyes said it too well.
Love had lived and died in silence