A golden light from the sun
Oozes in through the 8th floor windows
We take a siesta
My girls and me
Everything changed
Shifted so quickly
I think about what to wear tonight
Kisses in a different king sized bed
But I ain't rushin' nothin'
No I ain't got no room for a partner, no
Building bricks
Stacking hay
Stonewall
I don't build it with hate
Greed
But with a capacity for
Whatever is meant to happen.

Snapped at mama on the phone
She seems to skate in nothing but circles
Creating, making new habits
The weekends are the hardest
Because I would plant myself
So steadily beside you
And truth be told
I think you fully appreciated it
Until now.

But its much too late now
Much too late
Just a hair or three
Too late now bear bear
Just too
Too late.

I wrapped myself in a pale pink blanket
We will get ready to take on the night
Three career minded women sit at a table together
This is my life now
This is my life now

Wanting to skip past the sorrow
Mama and Papa take me back about
13 steps
Every time we chat
But I move
I move
I'll figure it out.