Have you seen my keys
I ask while rummaging through her purse
She's been standing in the mirror for so long
Pulling back loose face skin
Admiring the effect a facelift would have
She cannot hear me
She hardly does
But this time it's the radio
Turned up so high it's drowning me out
Darling she calls me
Grabbing me
Attempting to slow dance to whatever's on
Please don't
Not now
Im in a hurry
I say pulling away
Removing her hands
Undoing her grasp on my hips
Have you seen my keys
I repeat while I have her attention
I have to go
But I'll be back I assure her
I have to let her know
Because of the other times
Times I didn't
Times I made her worry
About things other than loose face skin