Having Big City Relationship Issues

In an international world ever cold

Breathing bitter air, I have been told

From the weather reports

Before the sports

I finally was surprised

By the lies

My love sent to me

Pondering everything sipping tea

Not getting drunk

Instead packing the trunk

Under our bunk

Beds stacked in two

What you think I was a fool?

Acting cool

That night

When you caught my sight

Captured in the flashing dimming lights

Not so bright

Noticing the outfit tight

Displaying physical credible might

Minus an education

And protection

I will depart this upscale flat

Leaving it empty for the next player to bat

I ask you this question

Wondering if this was a lesson

Was this relationship real?

Or just another business deal

Signed sealed and delivered

Scene setting a couple scripted dinners

As I head out the door

Going back down to the first floor

Where two bedrooms were mine

And I used to shine

On my porch

Lighting my golden hair torch

On fire

Relishing in all that admire

No longer needing elevator stories

Bloody and gory

Ending “gee I am sorry”

Instead, feet on the ground

Successful and sound

Known in town

Smiling never a frown

Every day we will probably pass

Pushing the artistic window wooden handles in brass

Spinning the revolving turnstile war

Handling respectable chores

Basic daily bores

Until another one decides to engage in romance

Enjoying a performance arts dance

To a musical tune

Under the moon

Falling head over heels

Confirming a heart to steal

Now you know how I feel

About your place in New York

Where every second it is the same routine work