You said you must go to him; I said go
For he professed 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 from that silence came a deafening roar,
No need to ponder how, why or whereupon,
Whatever love there was, was there no more.
You love not me, yet how we came to be
Is so unclear; you left his bed and board
For arms sincere, some tripe as such, your plea
To a wounded heart that now believes no words.
Not but pity, you quipped upon return;
Goodbye I said, compassion I must learn.

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