5 Minutes longer before it’s too late
Rushing away, instead of to wait
Not even a pancake, no time to eat
Tonight’s the night, our souls will meet
Coffee, not tea
Papers to grade waiting for me
Lunch with friends, not alone,
A cozy deli, not at home
A fresh garden salad instead of fries
Sharing the truth instead of lies
Baby carrots, no baby blues,
Chased by dessert to hide the ohs, aaahs and oohs.
Back to work instead of the mall,
Tackling the papers once and for all.
Trying to work instead of to dream
Thinking of this, not always of him
Rushing home, no time to waste
Picking clothes, no act in haste
Candles and music and maybe a book
A bubble bath at home, to hide my look
behind fogged up mirrors with chocolate and wine,
dreaming tonight: he’s mine, he’s mine, he’s mine.
Living my life just for him,
Oh, what a waste that must have been.
If only I’d paused to look and see
He’s already chosen
The thin girl instead of me
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