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,