To: Y,

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

Regardless.

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.

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