Long Line Of Lovers

We called your mom to babysit

New Mexico relationship

Retreat is not a word that fits

I think we need some time to sit

The two of us our white flags fly

Beneath the rug resentments lie

At the foot of our bed comparisons

Of Instagram and TV shows.

We come from a long line of lovers

Years been gone since our honeymoon

Rising debt with our mortgage and our parenthood

Holding tight to what’s left of my fading lover

Falling out of our rhythm underneath the covers

So full of fear you try to ask

But denial wrapped us up in a cast

In a two act play and the first ones through

Will you still be my ingénue?

We come from a long line of lovers