Gum

I saw him, I chew gum, I noticed unfalteringly.

His coat was soiled, should I tell him, thoughts raced and we didn’t connect.

Will he remember me later, he will. Or not, no matter. I feel like I tried.

The word was gum. The word was sound. A voice low and soft may not last through this day, and now I think, maybe he knew, and I pointed it out. Great? Success, fail, multiracial. AC save.