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.