Ubers
In the morning light
his face looked less like the man
she had expected
They lay side by side,
both scrolling through the choices
that they should have made
Their chemistry, like
a free trial period,
had to be canceled.
She called an Uber
efficient, polite, before
the thought came to him
They'd shared a playlist
that was all breakup songs - which
should have been a clue
.
.
A song for this:
Kiss Me by Sixpence None the Richer
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