Last

Hot chocolate and frozen hands

On a forty minute ride

Sharing warmth together 

One last time

Were the paper cups glass 

He would see waves crash against the lid 

Had his hand on her heart 

He would feel each overflowing drip 

At every sharp turn

On the brink of pouring free

A countdown to coming clean 

Before they parted to leave 

Had she took his invitation

And spilled chocolate

On his carpet instead of her own

It would be just as messy 

But maybe they would’ve cleaned it up 

Together 

So last wouldn’t have to last 

Forever