On the Patio Steps

Another one passed by, a stranger, a face I won't remember tomorrow. Not quite what I was expecting, not memorable enough to want to know his name, just another stranger, using up my time. On the patio steps we say good bye, a kiss I will forget as I walk back inside. Don't know what he does to get by, whether he even has a wife, but that doesn't matter, because it's just another soul that I won't truly know. I'm not what a wanted to be, thought I would wait, but as passion took control, the waiting became a passing thought. So here I am, on the patio steps, another good bye, another face I won't look back onto, someone not memorable enough to care, just a man, using up my time.