Call for a good time

It costs so little, a meal, a drink

A small thoughtful gift perhaps.

You ring, I pick up, before we know it-

In to the back seat of a taxi we collapse.

“How are you?”, I ask guzzling my drink 

“F*****g fantastic!” you say with a faint smile 

You think your technicolor glasses hide the sadness in your eyes

I see through your lie, but let us pretend for a longer while. 

Laughter fills the night, we toast to life 

“Good times” keep rolling off the line 

I know you’re hurting and your bones are tired 

But I for one, did not come here to pine.

You step outside for the cool night air 

I see thoughts ready to unburden at the tip of your tongue

I lean in for a kiss so you can swallow your words 

Grab my hand, let us go in and have some more fun.

The day is breaking and our bodies are aching

Time to part ways on a high

I love you but I cannot be there for you

But you can always call me for a good time...