Little, ME!

Little could I do but smile.

Little could I shoo but rile.

Little could I make out fine

But sip the body wine.

No body now for me.

No shopping spree of victory.

No letting up of you and me

Except where discontinuity.

And finally I see.

The endgame, never treasured we.

The place I saw

A flaw from day, won.

For winning you was not the goal.

For winning love was not my soul.

The truth and why of all this train

Lies in this me, revealing.

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