It’s Over

Soft rain on the window pain

A swift dart in a lonely heart

A powerful drug in a one litre mug

It went to my head, now that feeling is dead

Now all I have left is a heart that’s bereft

Vain obstinate hope with which I can’t cope

Bitter sweet refrain which will always remain.

© Zoe Younger

Found this among some old books. Obviously, I felt bad at the time but, now, too many years later? I have no idea what this was about!