I saw you there, in the gallery, alone with a shy but open smile, hoping for someone to say hello and something more than that. I caught your eye (and you mine, yes) and I…
Come over. And said “hi”. And then said “…”
But, I’m sorry, I failed you,. I couldn’t come out of my box – risk the bridge and watch it crumble – I couldn’t reach across that room anymore I could step across it, footless and as witless and as courage-lacking as I was.
As I am.
I’m sorry. I missed you. I was weak.