Time fell through the cracks of despair,

waiting for a fucking date; she’s late.

It was the lines to my dating life’s story;

I tap my fingers along the table’s edge.

Patrons whisper in my direction

among themselves; I can read

their minds with callous eyes.

Confusion courses through my veins;

adrenaline twists my lips.

“You missed my text,” a voice says.

I lift my head. “Me?”

“I hit your Jeep in the parking lot.”

“Guess you gotta take me home.”

“Yeah… I guess I do.”

By Andy Cooper

From: United States

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