Dear Confidante, here are these
Memories you may have given a miss
Given how you like mystery
In those you love, and, thus, yours truly
Shall appear to be most human and dross
Beyond compare, perhaps a bit gross,
And the uneasy pity on your face
Certainly looks to have its place.
Dear Confidante, make no mistake,
Noble emotion, pity, when not fake
And serving its purpose, I believe, I do,
It to be genuine when coming from you
But despite that, I must confess
That I don't find them the raw ...