We met while she was leaning over the table,
retrieving her 3 dollar tip.
I had only bought coffee,
and if you aren’t good at math,
that was an enormous tip.
I knew we would be lovers,
even before we were rolling around
her apartment half drunk and rowdy.
Things just happen without purpose, and
with time on our side,
we are all young and stupid.
As I have said to many a young waitress,
life still owes me a heartbeat,
and death a few favors.