Read it through once

So we sat there till the dawn began to pale. The city grew slowly less obscure; the lamps paled; the piano ceased. You rose and put on your hat. 'Good-bye,' you said. 'Good-bye,' I answered. You went out into the morning and I saw your figure vanish into the crowd. For a long time I stood at the window and watched the street where you had gone, thinking of the small brave acts and the greater tragedies that make up a life.