Other Woman

Miles lay between us.

I have never held your hand

yet my love for you

knows no bounds.

It will be never

or maybe twenty years from now

we might meet

once all the entanglements are gone.

I stare at your picture

I wait with bated breath

for the ding on my phone

that indicates

you have finally sent a message.

I miss you all weekend long

when we are unable to converse

waiting with bated breath

for Monday to arrive

if only that I need to hear

you love me.

I know that this is wrong

I know that I should walk away

I know that some day I will be hurt

(always happens given my propensity

for picking those who are unavailable.)

I know though

that I love you.

Inside my bubble

I pretend

everything is alright

planning for a tomorrow

that will never arrive.

©Oct. 21/19

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