though you don't know it
we both think
of the same thing
when we hear
that song-
that song  that plays
in between glasses
of red wine
(which help
to get you through
your day)

every time
we hear it
i'm reminded
(as i laugh with you;
sip from your glasses
filled with your
red wine)
that you're

an *******

and i'm sorry
that this wasn't
what you wanted-
in fact
i know
that the first time
you heard that song
in the context
that we hear it in now
you were smiling
(the smile
of a man in love)

but when i hear it now
i'm reminded only
of a man out of love
(a man
who has lost everything
but pretends
to have lost nothing)
and i'm sorry
that that man

is you