in the top twenty

she used to whisper

to me,

am i the best girlfriend you

ever had,

or what?

you're okay, i tell her.

you're definitely on the list

of top fifty.

fifty, she says.

what?

you have a list of fifty

girlfriends?

well, yes, but

not counting the 80's

and 90's.

you are definitely climbing

the charts

after last night.

she mumbles something

and shakes her head

as she finds her clothes.

where are you going?

leaving, already?

no breakfast, coffee?

wait,

don't go,

you're in the top twenty,

really.