You told him

today that you would
Not
Yesterday impatience was thumbs twirling,
sadness over happy news/realizations unconfessed
Got
to make a starting date
But
you think about the taste, its sweetness mixed in or brine depending on what is put in, whether cherry or olive
And
are you ready to look for another? Ready for change?
If
the homeless, disheveled man didn't pace back and worth in front of the place, you'd wouldn't have run off as you did yesterday
It
left you wondering, what you told him/what you did
Not