He had a chance but never took a shot.
I know he always meant to, but somehow
the moment never interrupted: not
important, just distracting. Every vow
to make a move was countered or postponed,
with little growth or progress the result.
When circumstances knocked or telephoned
he sparked, and then avoided all tumult.

How come that bothered me? a buddy asked.
Responding that I’d leave the guy in peace
except he moaned unhappily, and tasked
me to advise him. Bah: it’s time to cease
improving words to any ears but mine.
He could be worse. He’s relatively fine.