Sorry Till Next Time

Blank angel-face dancing before me
Like a kaleidoscope of broken dreams
And promises on the lawn
Another yesterday's argument
And she says "Sorry till next time,
I'll make it up to you,
Till next time"

Breakfast in bed, or a slave labour day
Currents lurking beneath, its difficult to say
Which way the wind is blowing
And whether she's turned away
And she says "See you later"
Silhouetted by light
She is gone.