He left you scorned and now you come to me,
What value could I possibly yet hold?
I knew you first; no interest did you see
In my drab person, so I once was told.
It’s true I did not press a chance for love
But sensed that on pure kindness it might grow,
I chose my distance, banked on stars above
To show a course based on blank fate alone.
I see you here in much a different light,
You did not want me then and do not now;
My purpose but to catch a tear in flight
That it not splash and stain your chosen gown.
Yes I the nursemaid sought to assuage pain,
No love to lose, and surely, none to gain.
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