Her: “We will speak later?”
Him: “Maybe...”
Her looks shocked.
Things might happen
between now and later.
Him could run away,
Meet a fiery Italian,
Move to Rimini
Marry,
Eat olives.
Live to a 103 years-old.
Before later comes
a disaster could strike.
Him's bus explodes -
hit by a falling satellite.
Europe loses MTV
for an hour.
Her? Him forever.
“Him said 'maybe',”
Her tells the press.
Perhaps Him sits, staring
Out the steamed up
Rail-replacement bus window
watching Her walking off.
Thinking,
“Her bestowed a forced kiss
on me.”
It cuts Him deep.
Now was too much - no later.
Her: “We will speak later?”
Him: Silence
