I Heard Bells Ringing

Your healing words are wasted, I'll only do it again to you;
It puzzles me why I haven't yet seen your back.
Into my head posted and pasted these words so wistful and true;
There's this ability to give in that you sorely lack.
At last I have traced it, worked out all of the clues:
An addiction to lost causes is the bane you pack.

When first time we met, your face was all aglow;
I should have guessed you knew of my rep.
You're not a person of regret, you're one to go with the flow;
I was amazed how you kept in my footsteps.
I couldn't get you a bit upset, you let all my indiscretions go;
It seemed the harder it got the more you were hepped.

As the time went past, the answers grew more clear;
I swore one day I saw a white band, or something.
Each day that was cast felt to me rather mere;
Yet I felt, as if to you, these days were signifying.
The end came at last, your leaving I didn't hear;
I knew you were well when I heard bells ringing.

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