We sat alone and watched the rain,
examined how is sliced diagonally past the windows
and saw it exploding off the tarmac like flowers bursting open.
We did not see the other along the road,
did not notice the other’s face behind a coat collar,
or spare a glance for the blown out umbrella tossed into the gutter.
I do not think we would have liked each other much anyway.
Carol J Forrester - Writing and Works 
I very much like that your “lists of 3” are verbs. And I like the wry humor in that last line. 🙂
You certainly nailed the form. Wonderful poem.
Thank you very much. 🙂
Sometimes it’s not worth to try… Or maybe it is.
Intriguing scenario.
I’m glad you think so. 🙂
Sometimes it’s hard to see that which might make us uncomfortable.
Indeed it is. Thank you for commenting.