Misjudged
usually a peaceful sleeper
now he moaned
dreaming badly
calling out
up on her knees she hovered over him
hands barely touching his skin
deep breaths in
almost daring to make magic
could she draw this poison from him
gather it up and
purify
what she had fouled with lies
deceit
neglect
acts that drove him
to leave her
this most loyal and gentle man
had reached his
breaking point
without warning
before she was ready
oh
she thought she had more time
misjudged him for a fool
who would stay out of fear
cowardice
where could he go?
who would have him?
he woke to see her
poised above him
turned his face away.
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