I have the feeling
that I did
Just now
A moment when I should’ve
said something
asked a question
Said a word
Offered a little tiny piece of myself
But of course
I stared off into space with the air of some distant sage
And you with your painted hands and face
handed me a couple quarters
and a piece of pizza
inside a white paper bag, folded quickly over
to keep the heat in
to keep it safe from the gray the wind the mist
I blew it
for the millionth time
chose loneliness for no good reason
turned my back on even seeing my chance
Didn’t I?