Consolation

Stolen kisses in public washrooms
And wandering hands

You always come a day too soon

Before I can breathe 

And hold on tight

To sanity

You are my consolation prize
Though you were never mine

Looks, awkward silences
Winter glow and summer dances
You're always in a hurry
To a place where I am not welcomed
And so I wander
To the pace of the streetlights
Flashing on my face

While I'm on the train
Head glued to the frosted window
Thinking, reliving, and remembering

That I was only your consolation prize
And that you were never mine.