It seems silly now,

Looking back at how excited I was

to spend five minutes with a stranger

only to realize that

my coffee was quiet

And you were a constant static

Like electric build up

and the spark turned into

a wildfire

which all too quickly

burned.

And I kept thinking

Maybe you’ll be different

but you never are

and I should know better

than to assume that

anything I have to say

would interest anyone else.

You make me never want

to talk about myself again.

So I strangely mix my coffee

And pretend like I care

As the night drifts on

and all I can think about is

Summer with a different stranger

With honey eyes and a warm smile

Who I could listen to for hours

While we wasted his tank of gas.

I never got to say I’m sorry.