Thinking about Jessie,
Michelle’s sister,
who didn’t know me well
but was polite enough when I stopped by
to see my friend.

My friend was Michelle,
who I came to see
because of her sister,
who was Jessie,
who didn’t know me very well
at all.

How could I change that?
I tried to engage in conversations
with all of us
and sometimes they got caught up
in their own private jokes
which were very funny
(I assume)!

Sometimes I caught Jessie in the hallway
and chatted one-on-one.
It never lasted very long.

It never lasted very long,
my time with the two sisters,
and they just passed me by.
Whatever opportunity there might have been
is gone now, I suppose
and I was a fool again.