He came out in a round-about way. It was
A quiet day with bees making honey in
The blooming roses down by the pond.
She did not Look at him. She wanted to
Remember him as he was before. Before he
Implored her to understand the stain that had
Lain dormant in him as he skimmed across
The thin ice of who he was and who he
Had always been. She turned to look again.
It rewarded her. His smile still tilted
To the right and his eyes had a glint
Of fright which she now understood.
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