Waiting

In the line
To return the product
Again
I see him
Standing there
Looking fresh
And maybe lonely
In this line
To return the product
To the store.

Of things
On discount
That never work
Like true love
In first blush
Of its spring
That gets broken.
Don't you see
Inspiration
Is at the other store.
Are you waiting for me

You generate hope
You generate innocence
Of your generation
In love's first tongue-kiss
Is that why?
You wait
So long in line?
The product
You can't find
Looking at others
Forlorn
Do they have it?

The lust
The love
The beating heart
The sloppy kiss
Delicious

Worth the wait
Wait again
Your eyes rest on mine
Did I come out
Of line first.
Or was it you?

by Gail Gutierrez