two minute poetry on the back of a card

she gave me her number
started with a 7
ended in a 6
somewhere along the way
she may have said
this could end in sex
but this wasn't through a text
and just like that she flashed
a lash
and with a wave
not a goodbye
she passed me by on the wayside
looking for another starry-eyed
broken fool
or a tool
looking for a number
that starts with 7
and ends with 6.