He stood to go; a bit of pain sat bitter on her tongue.
He left and closed the door behind him. The goodbye that popped a lung.
“Don’t go,” she thought, as salted tears slid on brown cheeks.
She spoke no word, begged alone as every limb fell weak.
The sun had set on the day; their time had not been a waste.
They did not grow obese in love, but they enjoyed the taste.
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