Sorry I Couldn't Make It To Your Hootenanny

A feeling came and gripped me On the parkway A half-mile or a full one From the house A dread of kinds And fear all too familiar Faltering identity Exhaustion, warning, crisis There are times that I may require More than A gentle tap on my SHOULDER! A simple touch of hopeful fascination A hopeful brush of what could have been And knowing that would could have been won't hurt me Familiar places have me so choked up Shaking hands with everyone I could have been, Give salutations Making plans to visit everywhere