I missed the knock

on the train’s dirty window as the young poet

frantically tried to catch my attention as I mooched past

in a reluctant poem of my own.

The blonde haired girl with glasses, wide-ever appreciating eyes,

skipping heartbeat,

who sat across the void of space and expanse of tables

in the café, missed the chance for true adoration as she fell head first

into the eyes of the wildly passionate and sincere man

with eyes only for her ignorantly blessed friend,