We dined in quietude
knowing that the meal
was our last repast.
Together, we'd had fun
now the game changed,
your wife was pregnant
with a son.
I ordered more wine
I didn't whine that
you chose her over me.
Bawling and weeping
Is not my style.
Should have known
from the beginning
you were a lying swine,
three months before I knew,
that you weren't mine,
married, you'd confessed.
In the process of divorce
you'd said.
Believed you, I did.
Affairs like prayers sometimes
go unanswered.
You and I this supper time
will not end the night
ascending the stair for our affair.