Midtown

I left behind a few

For what I thought I had

To do.

I was wrong

But you showed up.

What terrible timing

It only added to the heartache

What was the appeal?

Damn me for thinking it was more

Or even something. Anything.

Both of us had others

I was ready to jump

But you were flat footed. Grounded.

I was an imposter. An outsider.

Out of towner.

I left. Only physically.

We said goodbye in a parking lot.

And went back to our few.