Poem -
The Sharp Edges Of Infidelity
She is beautiful
Her husband is a great guy.
She has his children
They look so much like him.
I have this tiny space
of time with her.
A few laps of the pool.
She is not mine
And never will be.
Her warmth
is still in my bed.
Her smile still
glowing in my heart.
But I am a thief
I have stolen her
Even for a few hours .
My heart is a playroom
full of false promises.
Of lies that even
I cannot believe.
When she leaves
I will catch
the silence of my room.
And write a love poem
That I can never give to her.
I shall not grieve her loss
Even with the invisible dagger
that is plunged in my chest.
Because she never really
was to be mine
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