Scarce much to say

Love has scarce much to say,
When it begins to go the wrong way,
There are a few tears and few fights,
Yet things seem alright each night,
Till the day she tells him to leave
Without warning, without grief,
In a cold tone that could have cut stone,
And he felt it with his bones,
That this was the chill of a final goodbye,
And she had no more tears left to cry,
Not more and never again,
Definitely not for him.