She said we were wired
But we hadn't had much coffee
I was wired to you.
The still smarting
Electric tang
Of your lips against mine
The unfamiliar burn of whisky
And the hot, metallic burn of
sparks between us.
How could they not see?
I know how...
If this were reversed
I couldn't conceive of such betrayal
Yet, being on the other side
I see things aren't so clear.
However much I want you
I want to mend things more
I will cut the connection
Leave me drowning in the dark.