Should I have sent my fingers after you?
Probably. It wouldn't have been far to walk.
Two calls is only two more than I like to make.
Could I have said anything to help you?
Maybe. I have since done the same for others,
But it was different, and they were different.
Should I have waved the last time I saw you?
Undoubtedly, but I'm not sure you would have seen.
Perhaps that event whose significance grows in hindsight.
Hindsight is just another word for asking too many questions.
This is the first time I admit I'm one question from the truth:
Why wasn't this world good enough for you?
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