Just Out Of Reach

You were a prudent businesswoman
I was a marginal street kid

Furtively I took a brief, hurried peep at you
Like a sly animal
Stealing glances

Little did you know,
I spent my evening
Contemplating your ambiguous eyes

I thought
Maybe your eyes saw
Some inexplicable potential
In mine

Until that very next day
When, by chance
We unexpectedly met again

And you just
Looked away

• people
• poem
• poetry
• potential
• sadness
• street
• streets