Waiter brings top secret
Never liked its odor
I do statehouse
But not anymore

Not today to be precise
What we loved
What gave us a laugh?
Torn us to half

We drinking sorrows
And telling our drinks
Our top secrets
Even the days when she liked it on top

Phone beeps
It’s the new gal
The one who created the wall
Never knew wat I liked its only hips

I never wished her to call me
I wished whom I hurt to call
I was keeping tab on everything
But I had to go back home

To the gal with hips
But never makes me smile
I wish I had her back

@sad poet