White Wine

I'm so naïve.  
There's no privacy
anymore.
Even if I wanted to
apologize
try to explain
listen to you sing.
I have to do it in person
and let you watch me
burn into the grown
into the ground
in front of all of our
old friends. 
Our new ones.
I still don't handle
my mind and body in
the burning, very well
as much as I want to
just hear you sing.

© 2016 Sarasota Green