He left you scorned and now you come to me,

What value could I possibly yet hold?

You knew me first; no interest did you see;

No spark of interest—so I once was told.

It’s true I did not force a play for love

But sensed that on pure kindness it might grow,

I chose my distance, banked on stars above

To guide a course that only fate may know.

I see you here in much a different light—

You did not want me then and do not now;

My role set but to stay a tear in flight

That it not splash and stain your lacy gown;

Playing the nursemaid, summoned to ease pain—

No love to lose—and surely, none to gain.

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