It was thought to be a nightmare.
How could she leave?
But it was real. And he felt part of his heart tear.
The bonds they'd created, more to weave...
He would never heal.
What had he done wrong?
She'd gone in the night.
He did nothing but write their relationship's song,
And they didn't even fight.
And as the sun slowly faded away,
The leaves turning brown, a temporary stay
Out of the blue, she appeared that day.
She stood in front of him, uncertain and ashamed.
He wondered if he'd be blamed.
Neither of them knew what t say.
But still, it was a magical, unexpected day.
Her eyes wouldn't meet his and he could already feel his heart lifting,
Lifting out of the pit she dug him in.
Then their eyes met and their hands nervously reached out to get a greedy snippet of skin,
As as their fingertips touched, she melted the tin
That he had become, after she left.
It's not great, I know it's not great. But it's an idea, at least.
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