Missed Opportunities

Their eyes lock across the room

The back and forth glances begin

Each one making assumptions

Someone has to make a choice


Approaching cautiously, he walks forward

She holds her breath as his stride brings him closer

His heart pounds with social anxiety

Wondering what her response will be


Beads of sweat form on his forehead

Not sure he can go through with this

She watches him walk past her

Another strike out caused by irrational fear


Her smile fades as he walks out the door

Wondering if it was all in her head

His anxiety getting the best of him

The internal struggle never ending


Finding it hard to find the one

When we let our doubts overflow

So, we sit at a bar alone

Instead of approaching the person might be our destiny



©Writing the Rose


29 December 2018


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