A year ago
Our hopes were high
As she arrived
From out the sky
And landed
With the grandest
Entrance,
But the dance
Was handled
Less than well
And neglected
And unxpected
Circumstances
Damned us,
And their tremours
Sent a shiver
That delivered
Us a message,
And pages
Meant to be addressed
Were left empty;
So six months ago
She took her pillow
Home
And bade me wait
Until the day
She brings it to my bed
Again.
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