I do

I read what you wrote
about spooning her in your hotel room

Yes, I read what you write
I savor each syllable
and twist myself into your story

After all these years we loved each other
I should have been that girl

I feel so childish
That I even gave it a second thought
With all that's going on in the world
I am so preoccupied with the loss
of one embrace

And it is a real loss
Because now it's too late