You pace a while in this unpromising
Location when you hear: "I've come to find you."
And there's a boy's face, pale as anything,
With taut-drawn cheeks, whose haggard looks remind you
How memories can hurt, how eyes can sting.
He's coming close. That doorway just behind you
Offers a chance to make your getaway.
Or will you let him have his angry say?

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