You’ve stained my papers,
The way I’ve probably stained others’.
Your eloquence, hesitance, “time”,
The prime of leftover youth
Grasped my empathy like no other,
You were probably the first person I’d embrace
I’m Glad that truth prevailed
To be such
That you were undeserving of all my apologies.
I am not angry,
This is sadness articulating.
Others might have behaved worse,
But your thoughtlessness was irreconcialiable.