i overheard a conversation,

a day or two ago –

it seems myself was

unhappy with me –

I turned and quickly walked away

without offering my opinion.

not my battle –

not my war,

at least not on that day…

 

looking back,

now,

I have to wonder –

the outcome of the confrontation.

insignificant,

I suppose –

as I am still the same me,

and I feel myself,

still very much alive…

 

I so appreciate the simplicity of your smile –

your eyes, however;

dark passageway to places I can never go –

the reservoir of i,

much too deep and wide for me to ever swim!