That was it,
That was my chance,
The one I prayed for.
It did come,
And it did leave.
I wasted it.
You were there,
In that chair,
You were sitting there.
We talked,
Then you turned
And looked at me,
Listening to whatever
I might have had to say.
I called for your attention
Or something like that,
You asked me what I had to say,
Or something like that,
And I said nothing,
Or something like that.
I had your eyes,
They were on me,
On me!
And I gave it up.
I even knew what to say.
There were two
Choices of words,
Both at the tip of my tongue,
But I became scared
And neither went further.
Stephen Carey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wasted-chance/
