Just sitting down drinking wine

Mourning the life we never had

The children we never created,

The names like a small grave in my mind

And the lyrics play

“This may come as some surprise but I miss you

I could see through all your lies but still I miss you

He takes her love but it doesn’t feel like mine

He takes her kiss, her kisses are not wine, they’re not mine”

And I know it is a crime to still want you, and to want you to want me too.

But I do.