THE OTHER WOMAN

On mornings like this,

When gentle streaks of light

Play hide and seek with darkness,

I crave to hold you real tight.

And never let you go.

In a spur, I abandon my hesitation,

Cross the space between us.

You often take cue  and recoil,

Just like my true lovesick man.

Slowly our tale begins and then

I hear you whisper a name

With passion and trepidation.

I pause , I listen.

It isn’t mine, someone else’s.

Fantasy shatters, heartache entails.

On waking up, you forget all.

I act like I know nothing at all. 

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