One night at a time
Is not quite enough,
One whole night a week
You call my bluff.
You're just the next comma
In this list of passers by,
You came, you stopped, you left
Without a plausible goodbye,
You're just another heartbreak,
Another staple in my eye.
If sparks could fly,
I'm pretty sure they would
But that won't ease the pain
When you've turned your back for good.
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