Sighing

Motionless, standing
Life, it sometimes feels like an airport terminal
Indecision, what ifs knotting the aorta
She on her way out. He realizing he wanted in.
But oh, a future of skyscrapers and martini kisses
Of smoke in the wake of departure, this
Wasn't promised for two. So leave now
The lipstick imprint on his neck
Forget morning sweetness, a rose
Your secrets, tangled limbs
On the apartment roof
This wasn't promised for two.
When he leaves for a tequila sunrise
She'll stay up too until the sky bleeds red
Ticket in her hand thinking, "Wish I didn't hand it in."
But tonight, love, will just be a lifetime wrinkle
This wasn't promised for two.