Situationships 

“If we’d stayed together we’d be like them.”

We were both looking at the couple in the empty space between the jacked up Silverado and shiny Prius. 

We only saw eye to eye with our clothes off, but on this Sunday afternoon in the CVS  parking lot we recognized the ritual we’d eavesdropped into. 

Backpacks, sleeping bags, two stringy haired toddlers. The woman oozed seduction in her distressed straight cigarette jeans and tight white tee. Still in his Carhartts he looked as if he’d been drinking since he punched out on Friday. 

“Well at least we’d have something between us.”