He stood there
Disbelief
Jaw dropped in gaping surprise
As she moved from forgiveness to ignorance
Now in bliss to the truth of his lies
Laying no claim to the tangible
Love is not sewn with such thread
As a stallion races to open acres
With bit and bridle no longer lead
Waking to a world green
From a gangrene memory
Either one does or doesn't
Exultation in the acceptance of possibilities