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 why or whereupon,
Whatever love was there seemed 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, so claimed your forlorn plea
To a trusting heart that now believes no words.
A ‘pity run’ you quipped upon return;
Goodbye I said, compassion I must learn.

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