I know little of you
which makes it difficult to write.
What I offered yesterday
was a friendly gesture; nothing more.
Had I known such a thing
would have upset you so,
I would have kept silent
and left you alone.
Though I expect it none from you,
forgive me, Becky, please,
May you not speak to me again,
Surely, I will understand,
But know from my heart to this pen,
I truly am sorry.
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