my phone buzzes louder than an African bee
and its sting hurts more than a jelly fish.

the sun burps
in my face
and tells me I'm in last place again,
but I know it's jealous of my time
with Tom.

he told me he loved me in a hot air balloon
three days after the county fair
and my hair was down that day, dirty and daring
in the wind.

he took my hand like I was the last girl left
and proposed we played checkers
a million feet above the ground
the sound of traffic ringing in my ears

as he jumped me three times
and told me I was beautiful.

Jena Crowe

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-stuck-in-traffic/