She reached out and brushed A small piece of lint from your lapel ~ And you gave her the intimate smile You used to save for me alone ~
I glanced at her husband ~ but I could tell the moment ~ had Totally escaped his notice ~ His arm around her waist ~ a fond And trusting look upon his face ~
We stood there as we had So many times before ~ two Couples ~ four friends ~ but Suddenly everything had changed ~
The question is what will I do now ~ How shall I react the next time ~ You reach for me in the night ~
Knowing you are thinking of her How can I bear it ~ how can I not ~ for no matter where your Heart has strayed I love you still ~
I could confront you ~ extract a Promise which I believe you’d keep ~ But knowing that you yearned For her would be as painful As the actual affair ~ and you Seem happy loving both of us ~
I lie there sleepless ~ staring at The ceiling ~ as I begin the long And painful journey that is Now my life ~
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The heartache in this is palpable, Melody. How many of us have lived this scene which you captured so beautifully. To speak of it to a partner is futile. Many of us lie there, looking at the ceiling fan and trying to slow the tempo of our hearts.
What a heart-breaking poem but oh so real. Kudos to you for finding those feelings in just a quick vignette!
A friend of mine and I were recently talking after a chance encounter with her ex-husband, and afterward she confessed that she had almost reached out to straighten his collar, and as I was thinking of it later, the words just flowed. I keep on feeling as though I am telling the stories of actual people, they feel so real to me. Thank you for your kind comment.
August 15, 2022 at 9:58 am
Absolutely heartbreaking…. 😦
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August 15, 2022 at 1:57 pm
Then my work is done. It made me sad, too. I can see her lying there, staring at the ceiling. 😦
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August 20, 2022 at 9:57 am
The heartache in this is palpable, Melody. How many of us have lived this scene which you captured so beautifully. To speak of it to a partner is futile. Many of us lie there, looking at the ceiling fan and trying to slow the tempo of our hearts.
What a heart-breaking poem but oh so real. Kudos to you for finding those feelings in just a quick vignette!
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August 20, 2022 at 10:07 am
A friend of mine and I were recently talking after a chance encounter with her ex-husband, and afterward she confessed that she had almost reached out to straighten his collar, and as I was thinking of it later, the words just flowed. I keep on feeling as though I am telling the stories of actual people, they feel so real to me. Thank you for your kind comment.
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