Looking in your eyes,
I say, one last time, “I love you,”
Knowing you’d still love me back,
For when the night falls, and
You retreat back to bed,
You will find
A letter with no filter,
A letter full of confession and “sin,”
A letter I crumble time and time again
And bury six feet under.
Will you accept me, I wonder,
For loving another woman?
Will you understand, I wonder,
That I have not changed?
Will you still love me, I wonder,
If you knew who I was?