.
.
A long time ago
someone told me
there's no such thing as an
innocent bystander
She was a friend of a friend
someone who knew us both,
someone who probably knew better.
One cold January morning,
she woke me at 7,
on the way out,
asking if she could wear my shirt home,
I wish I had said no,
especially after you saw her
wearing it.
A long time ago
someone told me
no one is innocent