Missed Opportunities

I got on a train headed downtown today,

It made me think of you.

The old man talking,

the teenager blasting their iPod,

the baby gently sleeping in her mother’s arms;

I think of you.

I get off the train at my stop near these somber looking business buildings,

And I’m thinking of you.

Coltrane’s sax sings a freeform melody,

My footsteps keep the weird beat;

I’m thinking of you.

A couple passes by, hand in hand,

as I think of you.

I get to my apartment, key open the door,

see you sitting by the coffee table, and I’m thinking of you.

I go to pick you up, a tear streaking down my cheek,

I’m thinking of you.

But you don’t think of me,

not anymore.

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