When we were in the jury pool
you sat next to me
which was damned convenient
since I’d stared agape an hour earlier
or maybe it was because of it.
Maybe you recognized
the first time ever I saw your face
and saw in my appreciation
something to reciprocate.

Or maybe not.
Maybe it was simple convenience
that brought you close to me.
Either way
I was appreciative of the opportunity
to absorb your essence up close
but I never said “Hello,”
The courage escaped me
and I ended up shaking
too slightly for you to see
(I hope)
and it didn’t take you long
to find another seat.

I don’t know why
I couldn’t speak to you
when you afforded such an excellent invitation.
I suppose I’m worried
about being judged not worthy
which makes it more curious
that I’m speaking to you now
while you are clearly nowhere near
to render any verdict.

I don’t know.
Maybe you wanted to hear this admission
like how maybe you wanted
to sit next to me before.