The word I chose was egress
The word you chose was egret
Both had a part to play in departure
Both played some part in recovery
Fortune favours those who depart
Whether with or without their will
Fortune plays her part
As they sit on the window cill
In search of all but doubt
The word I chose is neat
Petite yet swell
It tells me I've told you
The rest can go to hell
The word you chose
Will be from a wider vocabulary
Likely carry more gravitas
Yet, as this night draws in
I believe that words are our solace
& that this truth goes for the all of us
