Through the dark years
For better or worse
ignorant, trusting
It was the kind of thing
that happened
to other people
not us
Our bond was strong
a lasting love
He tried to hide
His mistress
Betrayed, how brazen
Right under my nose
WHY did he give her
His soul ?
Sneaking out
to get a taste of her
laughing in delight
She gave her all
The smell of her
lingers on his lips
fooling no one
except himself
Lying eyes
standard denial
finally
I found them together
as he was
just finishing her
Caught in the act
I had to see
who stole my man
Face to Face
stunned, disbelief
I could never compete
measure up
now,
I knew her name
*****
1985 It was the first year of my marriage my husband said he didn’t drink anymore and he was sneaking alcohol I thought it was going crazy I smelled him he said I was paranoid and then I found him and called him in the act and I wrote this poem