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Arjun Tyagi Jul 2015
Drowsy eyes crept shut,
Creeping even as she typed.
An effort to hold sleep at bay,
Yielded only night breaking at day.

The cloud of learning draws,
Keeps him from a goodbye.
Now early morning sounds,
Are the sole reminder of the dark gone down.

Seeking reprieve and pardon,
In exchange of apology profuse;
For a night ending too soon,
For a conversation not seen through.

— The End —