I mean, I don’t think it’s fair
Fingers twined in curling hair
Sounds released and secrets shared
How could that be even?

Sweaty scalps still find their mark
Bodies fumbling in the dark
Tongues that at once lit a spark
How could they be leavin’?

Numbers counted, palms together
No thought given to the weather
With a kiss light as a feather
How do I stand here, grievin’?

Cups knocked over, spilling clear
Whispered words in welcome ear
Close as close as near is near
How are we so cleaven?

Opened up and spread so wide
Taken up and deep inside
Nearly nothing left to hide
How could you leave me then?