Went

I don't like endings much; I much prefer
The psuedo-middles that I often find
Between two stories that at heart once were
A single manuscript, and in that bind
Commingled just enough to make sure we
Who after-read them would be made unsure
Whether the slight permeability
They show was purposeful, or if the pure
Version of each story would exclude
The other. I like texts that must demur
And say they do not know, it would be rude
To so expose themselves without a blur.
And so I'll say you did not leave, but went
Thus warding off the end the former meant.