Thoughts, Memories and Dreams From Long Ago - A Poem Collection.

POV of the other woman

At the end of my night shift on the corner cafe

I see you standing out there, in the pouring rain

Wearing your overcoat, hair turned to gray,

in your neck a silver chain, carrying my name.

As my brain struggles to find something to say

You open the door, and the curtains sway

Our eyes meet, and I can't explain

The ringing of bells, the popping champagne

That echoes in my ears, and then disappears,

in the cold air between us.

And it's at times like these when I wish

we were more than a simple affair.

More than a love that only exists

when the world is pitch black.

I'm not complaining at all.

I'm just saying that I feel small

and quite unimportant

when I think about

how I'll never be the woman

you parade through the town

as your equal, as your partner,

your other half.

But again, it's both of our faults

that it has to be this way.

I can't blame you fully,

and can't portray you as a villain,

when I knew my limitations from the very first day

that I decided to add "lover" to my name.

So don't worry, I'm still here.

So don't worry, please my dear.

Even if I feel weak when I crawl

into your arms,

knowing that you aren't fully mine,

I'll still answer your calls.

I'll still on my knees fall

for you, and that is all.

Please, don't overthink this.

Just hear me on this lonely night.

You know that I love you the most.

Even though I'm only a ghost

in the emptiness you call your life.

And by me, baby, that is fine.

As I've said before, a million hundred times.

Because you always come back here when the birds stop their flight,

When the dark clouds swirl, and then hide the blues skies.

You always come back, even though your wife's mad

that you're gone, when the thunder roars.

Even though you are sad and you're hurt,

because deep down you resent her.

You come, because we have what she can't provide:

Passion, care, attraction and lust.

We have love, and friendship, and trust.

We have it all, and we have us.

That's why you always return

when I think that you're gone forever

- or worse, that you're next to her-,

you walk in, with that smile and that coat,

and you destroy all my jealousy and distrust.

You promise me I'm yours, and that there's no one above

me that you'd rather love.

So even if it's only at these egregious hours

When I get to taste you, have you, and devour

every inch of your body,

I'll still shower you with afection,

and I'll point our your perfection,

without a single complaint about it.

Even if I think that I deserve

more than life has given me,

I still promise you, I'll never leave.

Because only having you for a single second of my day

It's enough to make me stay forever bound to you.

The taste of your kiss that lingers in my mouth

is enough to convince me that I can't live without you.

And even if it's sad, to picture all of that,

It doesn't change the truth.

I'm hopelessly enamoured by the blues

of being madly in love with you.

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I'm bored so I wrote this lmao.