Farewell My Love

She offered him a Lucky Strike Twirling her lighter invitingly And her Veronica Lake hairstyle made her look fem fatale, dangerous He fixed her with an appraising look as she glanced down at the typewriter keys Then stubbed out her lipstick smeared cigarette into a large overflowing ashtray He stepped forward to kiss her crimson cheek, whispering he had found her gold earring His pocket also revealed air ticket Tears sprang to her eyes, knowingly she cried Her English boyfriend had call-up papers Back to Blighty and the cliffs of Dover As she yielded to his pressing embrace They kissed deeply, as though for the last time