This, my dear, was never meant to last.
[This what?] Why, us! This summer, too —
Lost, and lost again in losing you.
Likelihood too true.
And see this gold-trimmed sky?

Of course not. That western Eden, west LA
Knows not the fall. My fall. Golden,
Golden and rosy in goodbye. And I
Left to my sighs, have said farewell to you.

But here you tempt me! Tempted by
Your everlasting summer. Impossible
Improbable here, and happiness, oh!
Elusively falling by, curled and colored

Leaves of eastern coasts, unseen but felt.
Feel it keenly. In my smile as you say
Goodbye again. And for the last time,
Because you’ll turn to her. And I?

I’ll take the road less traveled by.
Alone, alone in difference.