Too Much

He turned way.
There was no hesitation
Or backward glance;
No doubt in his posture.

Like every other time,
Without reservation.

His first step,
Solid,
Telling,
Confident,
Typical.

It spoke to me.

I would never be
A second thought
Having never
been a first.
Knowing it would
be the last.

It was simply too much,
Too high, to think
Perhaps he thought of me.