My Biggest Remorse 

In all our time together, our visits, our moments, our us and you and me and us, I never opened the door to greet you while naked in a bathrobe. Because being naked in a bathrobe would have been a great welcome and why I didn’t do that I don’t know. And I wish I could do it now, and you are at guns ‘n roses and I am wishing about bathrobes and nakedness and you and me. And it is over.

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