Convenience Store Romance

I remember the way you looked

outside the bus window when I finally arrived

Yes, I remember the way you shook with excitement

when I stepped onto the sidewalk

after the trip that was longer than it should have been,

I was in my wrinkled business best,

you in a tank top,

during one of your bouncy moods,

making the jaw in my mind drop.

And that first kiss,

I couldn’t resist the way you looked at me

and leaned in just a bit,

next to the hostess cakes and the hoagie assembly line

this first time was just the start of our convenience store romance

You’re Wawa, I’m Seven Eleven

Philly and New York

doomed to be rivals from the start

But the World Series is over

the Yankee’s won, but I swear I try not to poke fun

I could never put down the city that houses our youngest memories

Because I remember that time when I took you out shopping

and you were bored and cranky and well beyond tired

but we stumbled upon that diner and had a spontaneous date

where we shared a strawberry shake

and you smiled

you smiled as if I were the first midnight star you saw as a child

and you wished upon it to find a love that felt safer than a newborn feels

wrapped up in a mothers arms,

a loved that sounded more beautiful than the memory assigned wind chimes that sing in your mind

a love that you could always come back home to

and I was that wish manifested in front of you

the flesh and blood version of all you desire and hope for

and all yours,

yes I am all yours my love

for you are the sunshake which I drink from

when I am feeling weak,

the only lover I ever want to seek

Everything I could ever wish in one convenient place