He sensed they could have been a wonderful match,
incredibly perfect for each other.
He loved her eyes, her hair, her voice, her figure,
her fashion sense, her ways, her expressions,
her jokes, her views, every superb thing about her.
She touched him once in passing to get by him,
electrifying, ecstatic, magical, momentous.
But, alas, to her, seemingly unaffected, it was just
a mere touch and nothing more.
He clearly saw they could have had an epic romance.
But, woe upon woes, she just couldn’t see it.
And what might have been, never was.
Bob Boyd