He came by last April
After the happiness and the thrill
He came and waited till
Morning to leave , what a bitter pill
The quiet told me nothing
When what I needed was something ,

He kept me from understanding
Quiet invited friends over including despair
I'd sit all alone at the topmost stair
Nothing else to do , they would all stare
Since we are no longer a pair
Quiet did something I did not expect
All's well ends well I suspect
Why , even joy can infect
One with lost hope and courage perfect
Quiet visited me in April
But packed his bags this May
I am glad he will no longer stay
In my way .