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And so

I write your name

I etch the letters

down in the wood;

the desk becomes

a monument

of my insincerity

and lack of esteem

and you can see

it means very little

beyond just

this instance

It doesn’t endure

anymore than this

it gets so hard

to handle

and it’s a bitter pill

to swallow

you wrote my name

once

and it was misspelled

I didn’t complain

and I felt

too insecure

to enter protest

over the error