Viola's Transient Lament

It's such sweet sorrow, though cliché

At last I know it to be true

Since you’ll be gone after today.

Despite intimidation’s sway

Hesitant friendship formed anew            

It's such sweet sorrow, though cliché.

I reflect on our ballyhoo:

Our short-lived tricksters’ pas de deux

Since you’ll be gone after today.

Choked yearnings and naiveté

To stifle my silent taboo.

It's such sweet sorrow, though cliché.

And so it was to my dismay

I fell in love, then out, with you

Since you’ll be gone after today.

Then tomorrow, when you’re away

I’ll cry at the mere thought of you.

It's such sweet sorrow, though cliché,

Since you’ll be gone after today.