What Was Lost in May

Walking through a crowded airport
Lost in disarray
Grasp at thoughts and try to sort
What was lost in May

Pouring drafts in tall pint glasses
We can roll the dice
Traveling games and boarding passes
Shooters over ice

Exhausted as we chase the evening
To the dark side of the moon
Confusion sets in about what we’re perceiving
Hope we’ll be there soon

Yawn and laugh as we descend
Into the new sunrise
Do anything to see it again
The smile in your eyes