.
Left Unsaid
As your friends depart,
As they've said adieu,
As you end your waving,
You ask, what he meant to you?
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You're thinking about Matthew,
One close to you in age.
And sometimes close in other ways,
When in talk you engaged.
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A Venus adept of few words,
And yet was always there.
From Belinsk to Apollo Sanctum,
Saving you from despair.
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And yet you are just standing here,
As he walks away.
Something that you have to do,
In Belinsk you must stay.
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You are already missing him,
Missing adventures grand.
Members of a great party,
Going across the land.
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And as you begin your duties,
It's a role you start to dread.
And in your mind lies sad regrets,
Of things left unsaid.