The Thing That Got Away


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It’s sleet in an April storm
it’s the homeless 22-year-old
outside Grand Central Station
with a sign,
“You don’t know how humiliating this is .  .  .
I just want to go home.”
you want to turn away
but can’t

the thing that got away

it’s not spoken of
in polite conversation
what makes conversation polite?

It squeezes you
it stops you
in your purposeful tracks
It muddles your dreams
it asks you why
you abandoned it
what could be more important

the you that got away