Your Remorse

You were my regard; 
I was your remorse -- 
I had been ill-starred; 
You had steered the course 

I was lost in thought; 
You were found in home -- 
You, in sorrow caught, 
While I chose 

To roam

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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