Let me write you an ode for your refusal

I held close that face which has turned away

I held dear the words before you set sail

Seasons turned here, as they did there

The summer months bring you here

No word of your arrival to him who lives for it

An apology sent for us to not meet

I hold that word now. Dear. Just the same

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