Blank light forces my emotions
               through a screen.


We were   so close;
 I was        so close;
  not          close enough.



                         You didn't understand,
                         or at least trust.



We were I was so close,

     I stared at you with a pitiful look of cowardice.
You looked at me with masked confusion and pity.


          I froze.




You/I made a fool of me by misunderstanding me.


               You left.
               I     left
                     walked
                     vertigo
                     nausea
                     vomiting
on
   the
       curb.




     I didn't get a (second) chance.