WHEN, IN THE END . . . .

When, in the end, deep in the darkness,

That solitary moment except for you,

That instant when we two intertwined

Relaxed our grips spent like easy money,

Then, upon your departure into the night,

You turned, left me with one last glimpse,

Smiled that evasive smile of nevermore,

Disappeared in a mist leaving me alone.


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Those last three lines

Those last three lines bespeak a subject that has occupied Poetry for the last three thousand years.  You summarize it well.

Enjoy effulgent days and exquisite nights.