Poetry - Love

That night

I wasn’t hungry
for your gas station candies
you know the ones
with the cellophane wrappers
drifting around on your dash.

I wasn’t thirsty
for a cup of corner store coffee
to wash down
the second-hand sweet talk
you probably regurgitated
from yesterday’s conquest.

I wasn’t impatient
for your restless hands
I was waiting
contemplating your rain
swept windshield
I would have stayed there
marinating in disappointment
as long as it took.

But no one ever told me

I needed to take a number for your love