How Insensitive

How insensitive I must have seemed
When she told me that she loved me
How unmoved and cold I must have seemed
When she told me so sincerely

Why, she must have asked
Do I just turn and stare in icy silence?
What was I to say
What can you say when a love affair is over?

Now, she's gone away
And I'm alone with a memory of her last look
Vague and drawn and sad, I see it still
All her heartbreak in that last look

How, she must have asked
Could I just turn and stare in icy silence?
What was I to do?