june 9 - Cosign

Today's prompt is to choose a word or phrase you find yourself saying often and write a poem that is actually the opposite. (COSIGN)

it usually doesn't strike you
til a few years later
when the moment has passed
and you have a funny taste in your mouth
that indicates the onset
of an epiphany

and you realize
that you squandered
an opportunity

to fuck
to connect
to partake in the sincerity
of another

when all signs pointed to
HELL YES

your compass was throttled
and innately you were
caught in the crosshairs
of your own muddled excuses
as to why this would never come true

friends exclaim enthusiastically
that people don't send packages
via snail mail
unless they want something in return
other people seem to
understand the business of making eyes
and throwing nods of appreciation
in all the right places

but outside words of widsom
fall deaf
for the socially dumb
and
the agreement
is left
partially anointed
as you didn't have the insight
nor gumption
to cosign
in the first place.