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