ABC

I’ll never find out now
What A thought of me.
If B ever forgave me in the end.
Why C pretended everything was fine.
What part D played in E’s silence.
What F had been expecting, if anything.
Why G forgot when she knew perfectly well.
What H had to hide.
What I wanted to add.
If my being around
meant anything
to J and K and the rest of the alphabet.

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