and when the penny dropped
it rolled between my feet
ran halfway down the street
up to your smile and stopped
i saw your eyebrow raise
i did not understand
i did not take your hand
i damned you with faint praise
i know less than i see
i hear it all the time
i poison words with rhyme
it washes over me
and when the penny fell
i'd left it far too late
there was no way you'd wait
and now i must get well
Poems For My Analyst by Wayne Myers