When I turned around and looked at you

I caught my own reflection in the mirror

And wondered who the hell was that

Wearing an out of place hat

Standing in the middle of

Panties around my ankles

Wondering if there

Was a way to

Escape…

Without tripping

Over your drawers…

Mine…

Or her’s…

But in the end you

Caught me

And made

My internment

An embarrassment…

Last for two decades

Don’t you think

At least

That you owe me

A new pair

Of Victoria’s Secrets

Since you let mine

Slip…oh so slyly

Away?