To the boy Thursday night at Lerner who opened a glass door smack into me with all of his weight, I wish I could have laughed with you, embarrassed, and told you it was not a problem as you, embarrassed too, sincerely and repeatedly inquired if I was OK. Then we might have gone our separate ways for the day, waving at each other whenever we pass by on college walk. Maybe we would have even arranged to get coffee together, or share a sandwich from HamDel, and become good friends, and one day tell our other friends the funny story of how we met.
But you just walked away. Leaving me with no apology, no exchange, not even a glance my way acknowledging that I exist, just sitting here with mourning words to tell you:
