I was a victim,
a victim of love.
My tears keep streaming,
dripping down in scattered lines
like clear rain falling down a window
on a muggy day.
I knew it was her.
The other woman who was fair,
perfect in every way
with golden waves.
I told myself not to look,
but I looked.
I looked into our bedroom
as I stood on the balcony,
watching you kiss her lips passionately.
I hid.
When I heard you call her name softly on the steps,
footsteps getting closer to the bedroom door
while I scrambled to the open latch to the balcony.
I hid.
I kept the door ajar and peeked
through the small opening.
I looked inside.
You kissed her neck
and she giggled.
You dragged your lips down to her shoulder
and she closed her hazel eyes.
You started pulling one of her tiny straps down,
and oh, how I envied her tight black dress,
the way it hugged every curve of her young body.
Is that what you wanted?
Someone younger?
I knew my looks were fading,
but you told me I was still beautiful,
You told me....
I saw my tired face,
with premature wrinkles etched around the corner of my eye,
in the reflection of the window.
I told myself I wouldn't watch,
but I did as
you moved your hands down to the curve of her waist.
Tears threaten the back of my eyes.
You pulled her closer to you.
I held back the tears.
Her body was pressed firmly against your strong chest.
I turned away and let the warm tears run down my cheek.
I looked up at the gray sky,
feeling melancholy,
knowing you threw away the little
of what we had left.
I told myself I wouldn't cry,
but I cried.
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