Stretch forth my hand,
Back at me with a look bland.
I dribble words of delight,
A lull, then out of sight.
Out of my way to offer
A cup of timely succor,
Yet on the table ignored sit
My gesture thought unfit.
Parting time, thought I'd say goodbye,
But everyone's taken to flight.
Nothing to do now but go home
And with tears wash these wounds.
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