Revoked Parking Pass Poem by Kewayne Wadley

When I got off work
I stopped by to check on your heart.
When I got there I was treated like a stranger.
Of all the times I'd come by
I felt extorted, like I was robbed of something close to me.
Of all the familiarity
That I was in the wrong place.
When I got off work
I thought that this was something
We could work on.
At least somewhere close to the curb.
The last thing on my mind
Was finding a place to park.
The very least of my problems
A revoked parking pass.
The tax to see your face
Went up overnight