stranger

Yes, I saw yesterday by the bar you introduced to your girlfriend, with your husband. I gave you a wink as you passed you gave me that sly smile of yours’. I kept all your secrets then, and I keep them now. Stories about sick days, and pub crawls getting tossed at the protest, and whose girlfriend she was supposed to be are a bit much for the burb’s. Still I see you and I can taste gauloises, tequila, and your kiss, her kiss. I hope all is well and I am sure he comes straight home, and he’s “good” for you.  I wish all the best,
And our time together was anything but; boring you’ll always have a place in my little dark heart.