pardon me but you stepped on my foot right then,
as you passed by me on your way somewhere.
excuse me but didn’t you feel anything as you stomped down?
coulda said you’re sorry,
people accidentally bump and jostle into each other all the time.
it’s a crowded world after all.
and i know you’re in a hurry,
but you kinda hurt my toes.
and you coulda said you’re sorry,
or pardon me,
or excuse me.
or hello.
Ohhh, I see a recuring theme in thy poetry. Yes, I like it…but it’s so depressing isn’t it? This one is quite existential, too. The poem itself seems to be reverberating with longing. What else can one say? Hello.
I like the mood - it’s a bit cutesy-sounding, but it’s quite effective.-