2 dollars please
we listened to the poetry
and i wrote my own in my head
i watched the brave people stand behind the microphone
and i rested my head on the bar
funny how i didn't realize until then that you were beside me
your back was turned
you never turn around to meet me anyways
i sighed a bit and stared at your sweater
i stared at the back of your neck and wondered what you'd do if i touched you
i realized it wouldn't happen like the poetry
it wouldn't flow and make sense at all
i thought about stealing your wallet just then
riffling through it and keeping it in my drawer
my underwear drawer even
but i just rested there
staring
knowing you'd never turn around anyways