I don’t know what I did (or didn’t do)
To fall out of her favor. And I know
I’m not the only one, to be mystified
By her behavior. Our time together
Was pleasant—unmarred by argument.
But she packed her bags completely
Leaving discreetly in the night—the scent
Of her perfume a bare hint in the empty air.
Hard to hear at present—but once she murmured
Sweet somethings in my ear all evening.
Now, behold the horror that I’ve become:
The pages so blank—the fingers so numb.
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