But because she would not go
to Italy for him, their love
foundered like a boat on rocks.
Perhaps it was not so hale a love.
And yet, she loved him well.
She had since they first met, when he
introduced her to duende, and all
the beauty in the world around her.
He was the calmest, keenest person
she had ever met in all her days.
It was why she loved him so.
So, why did she not follow him
to Italy, when he left her?
Maybe she did not follow, for
she did not know the truth
of their so burning love.
Maybe she read wrong the connection.
Maybe he didn’t want her to chase him
halfway across the world.
Whatever the burning reason, she did not.
And she was left to ponder
and pine, grieve and cry,
and ever wonder, “Why? Why
did I not make the journey
to see him again?”
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