She said; "my life is like...
I always get off work just as the sun fades"
I shrug,
But there's a defensive jerk to my shoulder blades,
"Can I be your metaphorical suntan?"
She barely tries to cover a limp smile...
We sit for a while
And I drink too much of my beer to look relaxed.
I try to think of something to say
As I can't take the offer back.
"You feel like you're missing out on something, is it that?"
She swigs her wine back and sighs
I'm sure she can feel my lust
As I focus strictly on her eyes.
Her chest heaves in desperation
My chest heaves in desperation
"I guess we both feel the same way"
She lifts her glass although it's half empty,
"Cheers" she says "At least we're breathing,
Here's to another day."
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