When the end comes

Don't cry when you say
"It's over",
Just say what you will
And walk away.

I don't want to analyse
All that's past,
The "endless love"
That didn't last,

I don't want to pore
Over the details,
Trying to decide when love's boat
Left port and set sail,

Why days that seemed
Like they'd last forever,
Have changed and clouded over
As fast as the weather

And why words that we used
Are meaningless now,
I'd rather forget that it happened
Than scrutinise how.

I don't want to talk about it,
I wouldn't know what to say,
Just take my heart from my chest
And throw it away.