You said you must go to him; I said go,
His having claimed some hour of dire need—
And leave you did, to save his mortal soul,
Some curious bond to him you did not cede;
An empty moment later you were gone
Yet in that silence, time to contemplate.
Not much on why or what, or whereupon…
But more the proud decorum love should state.
True love divided surely cannot stand,
Your first concern was clearly not of me;
What word of mine should serve to countermand
The simple tenets of love’s loyalty?
’A pity run’ you said, upon return;
‘Goodbye’ I said, of this perhaps I’ll  learn.

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