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