She walked in with a frown.
Discreetly, She sat down,
infront of me,
but ignoring me.
"Hotdog or burger,
which do you prefer?"
Ignored, I'm speechless,
sitting in awkwardness.
Only after three minutes passed,
She answered my question at last.
She sighed, then with a groan,
From her purse, took her phone.
'Are you bored?
I'm bored too.'
Annoyed, I let her be,
wondering with a groan,
if she's here, dating me,
or dating with her phone?
Message of the Poem: The moment she takes her phone out, just leave.
Peer Edit: Amir Mojibian
