The Meeting
You might stop to consider,
next time we meet,
what it is you seek.
And, if not, why did you meet,
I can't tell what is meek,
but I can feel what is bleak.
So try again, next time we meet,
What it is one seeks,
then, it won't seem so bleak.
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