Crise

Seven-thirty, Monday
All night awake without sleeping
Upset, I take a shower
And get dressed, I have to go out

I start the car, a bit rushed
Feeling naked in the music playing
But I keep tense, because I only think
About seeing that blue tick on WhatsApp

The day flew by, my heart tightened
Seeing you standing at the door when I arrived
I swear it surprised me
It was better than I imagined

Your way of showing that you forgave me
Preparing that dinner, moved me
Turn off the TV, I'll sing to you
And we start fresh by making love

Where was my head thinking about cheating
It took this crisis for me to realize
I have everything I dreamed of, my dear now I know
It's with you that I want to grow old