Who was that that you said you met?

   Oh.    No one of consequence.

(Polite conversations as my heart it bleeds

   Hiding any evidence of deeds)

Didn’t you say you hours spent

  In conversations your ear you lent

(Hours!    It was years I gave

  Not my ear, my heart his slave)

Oh.    I must have been mistaken

   (All the while my heart, it’s breaking)

(Please speak of it no longer

 I will not be able to maintain my composure)

 Well then. What a frivolous waste of time

   (Yes, aren’t we better both served by another glass of wine?)

What was his name? Was it Brent?

  I forget.   It was nothing of consequence.

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