Glimmers of light silently sung to the west,
as lovers watched on in silent embrace.
A velvet of darkness fell with the crest,
while mothers began to give up the chase.
The night was young and theirs for the taking,
free from bedtimes they wandered till dawn.
Their only hope was of parents not waking,
to find their teenagers missing and gone.
Out on a ledge he heaved the night air,
a tune of sadness, a tune void of hope,
This wasn't the life that he'd wanted to bear.
On his shelves sat rows of cologne,
much like himself, untouched and alone.
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