Unfair To Remain.

If I had a way to amuse you
Without holding your hand
Or pressing closer,
I think we would not be here.

If I had such a way to make you wonder
Without causing you to glance away
Or to become bored,
I think we would not be here.

You were the one who left.
Not I nor my antics.
You were the one who said it first.
That's why we're here, miserable.