Henry

We’ll meet inside the Sav-A-Lot

exchange ideas of what should be

prepared for dinner after a night of

fake love.

Between the sheets and laughter

something might happen

we’ll both regret in time

but that shall be written later on

once daylight finds us slapping

reality around.

As I recall, you asked my name

when we reached the parking lot

I glanced around, seen an old Ford

replied, Henry, grinned

helped you empty your shopping cart

said, you’re gonna cause me to sin.

You asked what I do for a living

I replied, I write

and you’ll be in my next attempt

after our time is spent

but don’t be too concerned

I’ll be certain to say

you were the best.