Forgotten Woman

I wrote a poem called Other Woman last year. Chuck of The Reluctant Poet   suggested that there was a prequel and ending to the poem making it into a trilogy love story. Well here is the last part. And as always a wee bit dark.

Thought it would never get easier

that tears

falling

rain drops

of my soul bleeding

when a funny thing happened.

One day I realized…..

I no longer was waiting for the ding.

I no longer was agonizing

over no messages.

I realized the next

I no longer sought your face

in the line up of callers.

I realized the next

you face was not the one

called up as I masturbate.

Melancholic

sucked grey days

held them tight

bartering my heart

if only you were to write.

I look back.

I know that I was a fool

falling for a taken man

who never thought

he would re-fall in love

with the woman he married.

Yet you did.

Poof……

Like that

gone you were

from life

from day

from hour

striping me of warmth

shattering my love

with one well crushed lie.

I wished you the best

at end of year

all I want is your happiness.

I do.

(I also would like 

to cut off your head

for being too chicken to tell me.

Ooooopsss………

that part was not suppose to slip out.)

Go back to your wife.

Go back to your children.

My memories of you

buried deep

behind charcoal grave

a nugget of coal

hardened heart

dreams no more.

©June 8/20

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