I found the night so beguiling, the blackness of the it appealed to me. The night enjoined us together with timid breath which kept us warm. Like an envoy taking charge and sending the message to another, I finally got it, the message was clear. Even if I admonished her not to go she had to leave. I call for her all the time to come back but she will never return. By dint of a fresh start and a new person, conflict and persecution always came to me. I had to defray the cost of my own crass decisions because what I bought, only brought me to the ends of the Earth, pleading for help. I used to allocate my tears to her but she did not want to take them, but why not?, I thought she loved me. Now I can only feel vicarious excitement when she leaves out the door with a smile on her face. I guess the whole time I was just an interloper to her, this is why I had to let her go.