Lost Chance

 

An observatory measure I took,

meeting your gaze with one look,

a nervous pang took center stage

as you lost the words it took to say

hello. 

 

A simple gesture of a courting flirt,

a touch of my hand or shirt,

always by accident, with apology,

a simple motion, notably,

noticed. 

 

Endearing your cowardice to ask,

maybe to sup, a difficult task?

so I forgot you were there,

my attention, another to spare,

won.

 

 

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