There's a light in the staircase,
That illuminates her face.
He keeps staring at her,
While his emotions stir.
Still, there's no trace,
Of these emotions on his face.
Although his insides churn,
His eyes just show concern.
He doesn't shout or even glare,
But that doesn't mean he doesn't care.
Still the damage had been done.
They'd both lost, no one won.
All along had he been fake?
Or was it really a mistake?
It didn't matter anymore
Because she just shut the door.
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