dust that will not settle,
like a game that can't be won.
she keeps looking at the door,
is she waiting for someone?
he will always announce his arrival
she won't hesitate to take a look
and down her drink proudly.
like a game of cat and mouse,
she keeps dancing by the table.
though his head is in his hands,
suddenly he's not so stable.
is he recalling the warmth of a touch
behind closed doors, in secret?
many times a sure thing happened,
but she can barely keep it. (together)