Tearing & Tearing At The Venice Grind

She asked me how to spell "tear"
Does it mean to cry or does it
mean to rip something apart?

"Depends on the circumstances,"
I respond casually,
like the pimp I hope I am

"I trust you," she replied,
like a pixie/actress/model

For one scorching moment,
our eyes were tractor beams
Our smiles synchronized
and our hearts, set reeling,
hopscotched around the cafe

But then her Chi tea order
arrived and she was soon gone
Not gone from the cafe chair,
but absorbed into a headphone
universe head bop for one
and I clearly wasn't invited

Though I didn't shed a single tear,
part of my ego-meter dipped,
and something inside shifted,
and I wanted to tear up
what was left of
the night