Thoughts While Waiting in the ER
You thought you knew her.
She thought she knew you.
Neither was true
but this happens at times
at Happy Hour on Fridays
after a long week of work.
The rapport was strong.
Amazing, you thought.
She might be someone
you’d see more than once.
She had a nice apartment
or maybe it was a condo
a big double bed
with a canopy yet.
You slept soundly until
the key in the door
and from the other pillow
you heard a whisper,
“He’s not expected
until late next week.”