Heartbreak at Pump 3

the amount of time you spend loving me

is the same amount that it takes to pump gas at the station.

i am the pit stop you keep coming back to

when you’re feeling low 

and out of fuel.

so you take from me,

wanton and cheap like a tawdry off-brand wine.

and then you’re off again,

leaving fresh tire marks in search of someone else’s skyline,

places and things i will never be.

because you choose to drive alone

and will never hear when i call

shotgun.