David X Novak
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There were no “me” nor were no “I”
        Wherefrom evolve the pain,
Because it were not something sly
        As though a man may feign,
So I have loved you, but so my
        Expression you profane.

Had I but had an I or me
        I might have gladly done
According to your wish, as be
        A simple, kindred one
To such as garner empathy,
        Yet love remains to pun.

The joke was neither “you” nor “yours”
        Were any less made hurt
Than such assailant in whose course
        As traveled forth inert
Unstoppable, despite such force
        As you tried to exert.