it's cold this morning
footsteps chasing breath
they call it a walk of shame
nobody gets why I smile
walk of shame
I prefer walk of game
proof that somebody will have me
amazed at the image
of my bed
empty in the early hours of morning
and me
somehow in someone else's bed
someone who may have been drunk
but so was I
and ******* it
she thought I was good enough
and that made her beautiful
at least to me
and for a couple of hours that night
we shared ourselves
with open trust
content to hand this other
the key to our bird cages
and they call it a walk of shame