Goodnight my love, but sleep holds no regret,
So dimple cheeks and do not take offense
At where I go. Though others may forget
Yet you not so, for all that’s left of friends
Is ribboned hope that stitches lonely hearts,
For as you sew so also you shall reap.
And now the light is waiting–curtain parts;
I fear I cannot look before I leap—
A kick, a trigger, and the world forgot:
A rifle firing back a parting shot.