The Day That Would Never Come

George Johnston

The day that would never come comes, it is
not what was expected, not the dreamed of
gay trip to Montréal and the gay leave
taking on the dock for Europe, for whose

conquest, making of many friends; she
no longer wants to go but she must;
nobody says so, but the last
thing she would do is turn back and I

think That's my Peggy, which makes this a love
poem. Is there another kind? but is there
something else to be told, of the tremor
of the ship, the day's departure, her wave?