We both silently agreed.
Her cig smoke rising.
My heart lowering.
The band encoring.
At the merch booth.
We both buy shirts.
In the parking lot.
We hold sweaty hands.
We are both out of wishes.
Have been for a minute.
But maybe we have some poetic hope.
Remaining at the bottom of purses and pockets.
Driving off in the night.
Stopping at Taco Bell.
Surprise!
She is there, too.
We laugh our pleading asses off.
And go home together.
Pretending for a night.
That love only cost time.