When I reflect on my twenty-something years interacting with other human beings, the handful of regrets I do have are almost entirely from words I did not speak and conversations I did not have. I’m not one to dwell in the past, but sometimes I wonder if a few missed moments of vulnerability could have changed the course of certain relationships.
Beside me,
but a missed connection.
Looking in my eyes,
but we’re strangers passing by.
You told me the way you felt about me,
would never change.
I never asked how you felt,
and you never told me.
