missed opportunities

I can't help but want you
naked
tangled in my dirty sheets
fingernails digging sweaty skin
marking what was once mine
you could be mine again
your eyes barely open
lip between your teeth
I know that look
you want this too
fingertip against my lips
I can say nothing
our little secret
I'll meet you out back

I check my phone
"Spaghetti alright?"
nothing meant by it
simple text, honest man
sitting at home, waiting
while I meet an old friend
for a drink...

I leave by the front door.