She didn’t even say goodbye.
I stood at her door,
At the midnight hour.
I knocked to see her face
The ultimate time before
I was cleaved from her.
I brought her one last offering,
One last show of my affection.
I knew full well
That it would have no reply,
At least no reply I wanted;
For I myself knew not
What reply did I really want.
Reaffirmation of her refusal
Would do nothing
To a heart gone numb.
But a reply to my affection
At that final hour
Would have just stuck
One more pin
Into my pin cushion heart.
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