Missed Encounter Poem by C Richard Miles

Head down, he trudged
Along the city street
Bearing a grudge,
Angry that the world
Had got him beat;
Angry with the girl
Who had not kept
Her appointment.
Had she overslept?
Why was she late?
Disappointment
That she, his date,
Had let him down
Crowded his mind
And made him frown.
He took no notice,
As if he were blind,
And, so, he missed
The sight of her
As she approached him
Round the corner.
Head down, he strode on
Moody, gaunt and grim.
The moment gone,
She called him, but
They passed, like ships,
Since his mind was shut,
Embroiled in strife
And so she slipped
Out of his life.