I.
on the other side of the room,
she stood... arms crossed and
angry... those ugly words spoken,
and if she had said nothing,
he would have never known.
II.
she was a wild and crazy girl,
wanting sex more than he
had thought was possible...
no wonder the mane with
whom she spent her time had
been worn out and discarded.
III.
from outside the window
her husband looked...
as they made love, thinking
he was still bowling.
IV.
with every leaf she pulled she cussed
the minutes spent with men and the
gifts they had left with her... with
every worn out muscle she claimed
that this would be another part of her
body no man would ever touch again.
V.
into their lives hate fell like rain
and neither of them understood
what prompted their reactions,
but day after day the misery they
endured inside was never ending.
VI.
and the more work provided her with opportunities
the less she did with her husband...
he would compete with no one for her time,
just as he did for her affection,
if she really understood him, then she would know,
he saw no point in duplication or being second.
VII.
no longer did they dream or
enjoy each other's company
no longer did they concern themselves
with each other's feelings...
no longer did they care.
VIII.
she lived independently of him
during the week but on the weekends
wanted his attention like she
had given her attention at work.
IX.
can I survive you
after all these years?
you're the one waited for
now I cannot have you,
and if I could I suppose
would not ruin it
with a possible marriage.
X.
on thing is for sure
something is going on
between us that is
disturbing as well as
a tad reassuring.
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