Even though my feelings

for you

are harbored deep below my feet,

in the flowers- sweet, fragrant crimson roses-

to mask the filthy stench of love,

I will pour my heart into a glass

and raise it in celebration

of your wife's

mid- life crisis

where she got too many presents

more than she deserved

but here I am

talking about some other man

with you- someone I loved briefly

but no longer.