tangerines

walking down the stairs you tripped
holding a bowl of tangerines you tripped
they rolled around and down stairs
you had a hand on the railing but
crumpled 
hand still clinging 
arm stretched
and I
and I
I reached for tangerines 
not you
not you
you sat arm stretched smiled
you never faulted me for
anything
it seemed
and I 
and I
I reached for tangerines 
not you

I think about that often
often.