A poem that describes the future
She will stop at the cash register
hoping he’s there in a booth
hoping he stands up to embrace her
hoping he’s changed his mind
He will stop at the cash register
ashamed he’s late on purpose
ashamed she’s driven all this way
ashamed he’s ditched her so crudely
She will order tea that goes untouched
He will order pie and wolf it down
She will ask for an explanation
repeat I don’t understand
repeat I love you
repeat we’re so good together
He will prevaricate
repeat it’s just not working
repeat there’s no one else
repeat this isn’t useful
She will go to the ladies’ room
Fix her sad face
Fix her swollen eyes
Fix her broken heart
He will ask for the bill
Leave cash
Leave a big tip
Leave before she comes back
Tomorrow they will be a thing of the past
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