Finis - Dorothy Parker

 Now it's over, and now it's done;

       Why does everything look the same?

Just as bright, the unheeding sun, —

       Can't it see that the parting came?

   People hurry and work and swear,

       Laugh and grumble and die and wed,

   Ponder what they will eat and wear, —

       Don't they know that our love is dead?

   Just as busy, the crowded street;

     Cars and wagons go rolling on,

 Children chuckle, and lovers meet, —

     Don't they know that our love is gone?

 No one pauses to pay a tear;

     None walks slow, for the love that's through, —

 I might mention, my recent dear,

     I've reverted to normal, too.