He did arrive,
he did say hi.
She looked aside,
he wondered why.
He then waved,
said "Hi!" (and name).
She walked right by;
he felt her pain.
He sought for grace he might impart,
to touch a soul & not depart.
But fate said 'No',
fickle gossiped the wind.
A gentle sigh,
warm eye grew dim.
He wrote this poem,
before,
again.
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