THE OTHER WOMAN

Guilt sunk in as the message I opened

Questions held me at bay -I read them again

She didn’t know me and I didn’t know her

All she knows is that I slept with her man

Her friendly demeanor caught me off guard

Had that been me, I’d been fighting hard

But this wasn’t some high school hallway

We were two adults with too much to say

I told her the truth against my better judging

To just ignore the request that enabled begrudging

But I couldn’t ignore what I’d gone through before

Wanting to know what happened and what for

I secretly thought that she was just like me

A woman in search of some form of finality

To find the answers was to end all the pain

And prevent this from ever happening again

The ending conclusions are still so very unsure

Should I preoccupy myself with this anymore?

Does she care that he still loves his whore?

Is she staying because of their child to be?

If so, is it just in order to spite me?

Such things should not be taken lightly