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…