Shame Poem by lobby lobster

Seasick for human contact,
after a decade, I went out.
I met this guy I kind of knew,
he wrote a couple of books
so he was published and 'renowned',
one of 'those', you know...

He, actually, was very kind,
and greeted me first.
He invited me for a cup of coffee and offered me his number.
I said I was busy, but sure- I'll keep in touch.
I left in a hurry, like busy people do.

Then I threw away his number, and went back
inside

to water my dead plants,
who would never
judge me

for not being renowned.