it’s 2:57 a.m. and i’m waiting

for your call.

or a text.

anything, really.

i’m sitting outside

your illuminated house

in my dark car.

i knew it is wrong.

you wouldn’t cheat on me.

i have to trust you.

there’s no other girl.

you don't kiss any lips except for mine.

but then, three tortuous minutes later,

she exits your door.

i don’t know who she is,

but all hope runs away from my heart,

knowing better than to waste time on you.

but in case i had any confusion,

it becomes clear who she is when

you kiss her,

very long and dramatically.

you kissed her.

she kissed you.

you two kissed each other.

it’s 2:31 a.m. and

i’m driving away.