Flippant
Beneath a darkly frigid sky
you left, lonely, without saying why.
But before the evening shadow
I noticed—your face looked rather shallow.
Then you disappeared into the night
while the moon was covered still.
And I’m left to ponder—was I right?
No, I’m not the one who left you ill.
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