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You will leave me, she said.
Why would I? he said.
I don't know, but, oh,
I fear that you will, she said.
Your fear has little to do
with what I will do, he said.
I know, she said.
But I'm going to have to end it, she said.
Whatever for? he said.
So you don't leave me, she said.
You're mad, he said.
Maybe, she said.
Goodbye, she said.
But why? he said.
All poems are written and copyrighted by M. C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.