6:15 A.M. and I’m staring at the phone.

10 A.M-Eager.

1 P.M.-Pensive.

You must call. You have to call. I will you to call.

Last night, when we met in the darkest of darkness

In the tiniest of local pubs with only a dart board and two bar stools

You were the only one, the only one who could have caught my eye’s attention…

You standing.

Standing alone.

Legs crossed.

Holding up the wall.

leather jacket.

ripped off sleeves.

Hair in your face.

Sunglasses on.

Last night, you bought all of the drinks and made me think and made me talk and I don’t talk to strange men in tiny places…

But all you did was ask about me and not my job or who I pretend to be…

Me.

Elated.

Enthralled.

Intrigued.

4 A.M. they kick us out and you hail a cab and kiss my forehead before you promised to call.

And you must.

Because I did not catch your name.

And you were worth all of the time that I spent.

Lying in bed

For two hours waiting.

Staring at the phone all day waiting.

So until I hear from you

I will call you…

Money.