Come Again?

What have I done?

What comment of avarice

has brought abouth this

taciturnity that slaps me

in the face with its stoic silence?

Am I a boor? Am I a fool?

I thought I ws held dear

in her heart, never to lose

my place above the milling throngs

but it seems I'm mistaken

and destined to wallow forever

as a quickly forgotten memory

rarely looked back upon

with tender ardor.

How do I rectify this situation

in which I've planted myself

through my blunder of believing

that my wealth of entertaining

anecdotes were really of

the dark, dense variety

like a good chai tea.

I hold my breath and

wait; could it be true-

Nope. She just had to sneeze.


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