Something Red

I have to pretend
As though
I don't know
As though
I don't see
The subtlety
Little hints
Give you away
The look on your face
When you're walking away
Makes me think
That you feel guilty
What have you done
That makes you feel guilty?
What have you said
That you shouldn't have said?
Or do you feel guilty
For the thoughts in your head?
That you'd rather keep
To yourself
Than share with the world instead?
And what do you think about
Just before you go to bed?
Do you think of me
Wearing something red?
Sliding into your bed?
Beside you?