last-drinks love song

 
no sense not sayin’ what it must be
although she doesn’t like the name
but since I drive a red convertible
and she is half my age
it stands to reason it’s a mid-life thing

makes sense too
since I think about dying more and more
and about what
if anything
this life is for
and the answers I get
make me want to run
but then again
I always run
so her being half my age isn’t a game
any more than any of them ever were
and as for the convertible
well I’ve had that for years
and aging is something I’m ok at
cos I never expected to go out in prime condition
always figured I’d be second hand
by the time I was laying down the last time

so we lay in bed last night
and I made that joke about her
how she must be my mid-life thing
and like I said
she didn’t like it
reckoned it made her a cartoon
so I said fair enough
then fucked her like I meant it
in colour
and 3D
then lay back after
in the darkness
remembering the ones before her

they came and went

they come and go

and it’s enough