March 25, 2003

• Things have suddenly made a dreadful turn. There is a young man who is seen with Sabrey quite often, and I have a friend aquainted with him. Today she was approaching to find out if he and Sabrey were together and before my friend said a word he told her that he had to talk about me. Apparently Sabrey is uncomfortable with me. Something about my “tact.”

  
  

  I should have known. I suppose if a total stranger wrote me a poem, regardless of how innocent, I might find myself uncomfortalbe as well.

  
  

  Alas, truly has the poet’s place faded from this earth. Where I thought I alone remained it is instead true that I don’t exist. Next time Fate allows it I will approach her and apologize for my boldness and my rudeness and beg her forgiveness. Then I will most likely never speak with her again.

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