It's true, I am afraid
I did not matter to you,
even if like a child, I was devoted
to the things you spoke of.
Today, I am as ever.
It's easier to write letters
from the perspective
of a boy you left.
Perhaps I'm still waiting
for the day I will be grateful to you,
only that I might prove
you were not selfish.
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