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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.
