Was there a sad moment,
ahead of the sigh,
a thing missed,
just before you
entered the room?

The air falling
out your mouth
all hissing and air brakes,
so suddenly,
like a stranger’s shove
from a subway platform-
steals my

My quick reaction,
my gut reaction,
is to gather you up,
offer help,
scan for the train,
yet I
help little –

and ultimately
do nothing
to stop
the sad moment,
before the sigh.