we sat in my car outside her apartment,
painted by the burnt hue of street lights,
glow of buttons across the dashboard,
catching the daze in each other’s sights,
she invited me in for a cup of coffee,
but my watch said it was already too late,
asked myself if i needed anymore caffeine,
told her, “no, but we can on another date”,
she lets out a sigh, unbuckles her seatbelt,
asked again, “are you sure?”, i said, “yes”,
she then got out the car all exasperated,
only to realize what coffee actually meant.


© a.n.villan