A Minute Missed

One hundred and seventy-six days.

The number of days we had in the school year.

Two hundred and sixty-four hours.

The number of hours we shared a class.

One single minute.

The number of moments it would have taken

To say something, anything,

To tell you how you make me feel

And what I want us to be,

What I know we can be.

What I knew we could be.

What I thought we should be.

What we will never be.

But maybe, if I had seized that minute,

That single, eternal minute,

I would be telling the story

Of what we would be

Of what we are, what we finally are.

But today, 

Day one hundred and seventy-six,

I saw you and screamed the truth,

Except I didn't, not really.

And I watched you walk out the door

And realized what a gutless coward

I had been.

All it took was one minute,

A single minute,

Missed.